Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read Ice Cube's a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day.--Ice Cube, It Was a Good Day
Yesterday was one of those days that remind me why I write. I find Sunday is a good creativity day for me. My day job saps a great deal of my creativity, and by Sunday, I’ve gained a little back.
After some light editing in the morning, I went to Roasters coffee shop and worked on a re-write of Fangs For Nothing. The coffee was good and the words flowed smooth. My voice was strong and ideas flowed easily.
After drinking that excellent coffee, I came home and sat on the deck. It was 80 degrees in the shade, and I drank some fine wine and read Catherine Schaff-Stump’s new book Hulk Hercules, Professional Wrestler.
Around 6, I made myself some angel hair pasta and experimental sauce, which turned out quite nice, and enjoyed a classic episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000. I went back to Catherine’s book until it got too dark to read, and then I came in and watched a really good movie.
