Not enough agitation in your life?
Off the spwilcenwrites homepage, in Conversations, “Surrogate Episode V” joins the parade. Though each ‘episode’ fairly-well stands by itself once you’ve the gist of the underlying thread, I’ve resolved to go back, re-edit and post Episode I, then move forward with remaining episodes in order. I mean not that anyone gives a righteous rip. Yes, the whole of “Surrogate” is NSFW, some episodes more than others, so you’re aware.
December, almost mid-December, and I see out my office window a bluebird? Handsome dickens. Bold crisp blue. But in December? Seeing a lot of unusual flapping dinosaurs this morning. Must be something I’ve just not noticed before, this many transients this time of year. Uncharacteristically bold Red House Finches. Chickadees dressed to the nines in sharp black and white formal wear. Purple Finches, though ‘purple’ is something of a guffaw. Blue jays, the scourge of everyman’s feeder. Goldfinches, the ruinous little twits. Twits? United Nations Sparrows. Pompous Tufted Titmouse. Several. Titmice? [Aw, geeze, man, now do I have to signal this post NSFW?]
Almost makes me think of a run to Wacky Wally’s to buy seed to stock the feeder. Nah. That’s asking for squirrel trouble. Reminds me. Time to re-edit “Cardinal” and submit it somewhere again. But not here. Runs 8,000 words. That would disturb most who pass by and encourage them to do just that – pass by.
[Back to work, man, back to work.]
In a minute…
Apoplectic bull charged. Delicious hamburger.
A shadow of her former self
Jumbo jilted. Diligently dieted. Presently petite.
That office window
A source of amusement and consternation. Genesis of one or two blog posts, several short stories, multiple anecdotal pieces, and a few rants. Problem is, I generally have it in mind what I want to accomplish each day. Then, days like today it’s so bright outside, older retired folks, doggie-walkers, one-thousand-steppers, and work-from-homers in the ‘hood pass by my window in a steady stream all day long. That’s distracting in an oddly pleasant way. Keeps me busy taking notes. Shouldn’t. Should be working my notorious “to-do” list and tackling some of several works in progress.
[Dadgummit man, get back to work!]