29 August 2018
Coming Down With Something
I have to apologize. This is not going to be the long masterpiece you have every right to expect, based on my past performance. I seem to be coming down with something.
You know how it is. You stroll blithely along, minding your own business, looking both ways before crossing the street, washing your hands regularly, buttoning up when you feel a chill. Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, it hits you like a tsunami and leaves you wondering what the hell happened.
Too bad, because I was prepared to write something brilliant for you today. I had the theme for my essay worked out, had done some research, come up with a couple of bon mots. The mots were bon by my standard, anyway.
And what I had written, well, I don't like to brag, but Charlie, my writing partner, was mightily impressed. And he is a tough customer, I'll tell you. Just look at him.
But all that is gone now, put aside for another day. There's no way I can concentrate on that now. I've definitely got a bug.
I'm showing all the symptoms: plot outlines, character sketches, a few experimental snatches of dialog.
Damn it. It looks like I'm coming down with a novel.