I’ve been lecturing myself about speed. Sometimes (a lot of the time) writing lollygags along, which can be so frustrating when you really need and want to finish something. At the same time, trying to force it is usually disasterous (ask me how I know this). Then last night I had a dream about George Calin. We went to see him in concert when I turned thirty, lo those twenty some years ago, and in this dream we were back in that theater and he was pacing up and down the stage, wearing all black, his hair in a ponytail.
And he looks up at me, right at me, and he bellows:
“Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac? So how do you (pointing at me) manage to be both at the same time?”
I think this was my father wearing a George Carlin mask. The two of them had a lot in common, that rough-edged humor thing. If my father were here right now, he’d tell me to stop fooling around, and get back to work. Which I will.
Haha! That is so true!! When I hear people honk, no matter the reason, it irritates me so bad, but then when I’m in their situation, I do the same thing. What do we call that again? Perspective? Nah something else…
“trying to force it is usually disasterous (ask me how I know this)”
Okay, I’ll ask – how do you know Rosina? :P :P :P
A complete aside, certainly. But if you’re parsing a dream – where were you in your writing career at age 30? Perhaps something in your head is saying “this reminds me a lot of that time when we were 30” and you get to go from there.On the other hand – time to get back to writing, eh? Or rent a George Carlin concert DVD? Relax and take it easy – you are so close to the finish line, it’s time to have a good time while thinking hard (my personal experience of George’s comedy)?