Hypothesizing

I can begin on a Monday morning with my usual hypothesis that if I spend three hours per weekday free-writing that by Friday afternoon at-least-one unacceptable (i.e. well researched/well crafted) chapter will be ready to send along to my editor. Of course, some times this assumption is blown right out of the water long before I find myself at hump-day (Wednesday), which means I find myself regrouping and even tossing a few poison-eye-darts at the family I so dearly love — well, I love them except when “interference” is so great that the result is hypotheses strangulation.  I know that my mother is 87 and needs ‘a lot of attention’  to matters like sweater drawer straightening up  & locating her mother’s bobby-pins (that I inadvertently tossed out five years ago) but honestly — doth not she see? — she can be a writers worst friend. Love you Mom!

This Monday I have begun again . . . thus far I have driven one son (round trip 1.25 hours) to his roofing job location and done a variety of other non-related to writing activities and have managed to do this paid post so maybe my hypothesis needs additional hypothesizing — i.e. the assumption that if I shut my door weekday mornings from eight to eleven and post a sign “working/respectfully do not disturb” and pretend that I am that awful man (Jack Nicholson) in “As Good As It Gets” — “not even if you smell a stench that only means that rotting flesh…..not even then do you knock on this door” my original hypothesizing might be more than a hypothesis. One can try. One can hope. One can dream, can’t one?

As for the quote to the left of this text all I can say is:

Well, Mr. Ward …. I beg your pardon but it seems that on Monday I imagine it, by Wednesday I’m dreaming it but on Friday I have neither achieved it or become it!

 

 

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Monday’s belong to the Devil’s child….


…..or Satan’s lot. Take your pick: either way Monday’s are evil.

Early roll out of bed
Vanity put aside
Issues reality of fact; that
Life is not lived for week-end’s pleasures alone!

Monday’s are, truth be told
Only the beginning to: another realm
No one wants to enter;
Disguised as pushing life forward for our benefit;
Any-time you doubt this stand up and
Yell: On-Ward-HO with absolute and unequivocal voice to
Stay the course whilst you long for another week-end to approach, soon: please!

Monday is an evil day!