The Soap Opera Concludes
December 24, 2001
7:46 a.m.
We're at a movie. Let's get popcorn. Brigid (daughter/scholar): No! We're at home eating dinner. Lisa: Do you want to open presents? Brigid: No! It's not Christmas yet.   Someone has got to be the adult in this relationship, and unlike those anti-drug television commercials might suggest, it apparently doesn't have to be the elder of the two. Don't ask me to explain it, folks. I just live here. I'm sure everyone is on the edges of their seats about the three chapters that have been in question the past few days. I'm essentially through with them now (though I'm sure I'll go back for a language pass later). They turned into four chapters (rather than three), scattered about in the middle stages of the book. I think this scattering was one of my problems, at least that's what I'll blame it on because I certainly don't want to take the blame myself. What I mean was that I was trying to solve two problems at the same time--the first being creating reasonable new work that fits together well, and the second being trying to decide where to place things in the context of the novel as a whole. I do better when I attempt only a single thing at once, and once I got the words down, their proper placement became clearer. Completing this bit has released me into a section of the book that I've already been through a few times, and that I think is probably fine. I figure I'll spend a day or three on this, then go back and read the Big Four after creating a little space. So much for that little soap opera. Merry Christmas, all. I hope your holidays are filled with great cheer. I hope you are with family or friends, or whoever makes you feel whole. Have a great day.  Lucky you don't have to be the adult, eh? Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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