September 19th, 2007


Ignore the Elephant

I'm ignoring the very large elephant standing in the middle of my life, more specifically in the middle of what I call my living room. I refuse to acknowledge him. And that's that. If I ignore him, he does not exist. I made the mistake of paying attention to him the past few weeks and he grew bigger and got nastier. So now I'm ignoring him. I hope you will too.

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In other news, my writing group started up again with a bi-weekly communal writing session. I missed the first one, but the second was held at my house, which is now a centralized location. Everyone ignored the elephant, but 10 days ago he was still pretty small so it wasn't much of an effort. I had cleaned so much of the three rooms we used that the cleanliness was as much of a topic as the elephant. With the elephant around, my kitchen counter had become buried under, you guessed it, STUFF.

I disposed of some of that by feeding it to the chickens. They like tomatoes. The woodchuck, it turns out, really likes pears and apples. All of which I had on my counter. Tons. It's a farm thing.

I made a bold decision to not work on something new or in process, but instead to blow the dust off of my "Stan" story and get it properly edited. The editing went really well that night. Then the elephant got in the way, but we're not paying attention to him. So I've only been able to edit a paragraph or two in the past 10 days. But I'm determined to get this one done because it's a story that's been workshopped more than once and is as done as done can get and is one of my more traditional efforts. That should be interpreted to mean it has a chance of finding a market.

Frog Out