Talent hits a target no one else can hit.
Genius hits a target no one else can see.
Guile finds the arrows and paints a bullseye behind them.
Strangeness
Strangeness is the one quality in fiction that cannot be faked.
~ John Gardner, On Becoming a Novelist
Zero dark thirty
When does late night turn into early morning?
Friday productivity
For some people, Friday drags. Work is what stands between you and the weekend.
For me, Friday flies. I usually don’t have a meeting for work on Friday, so I can use it to try to catch up with all the things I haven’t gotten done the rest of the week. Thus, for me, Friday is always busy, and I could use more hours in it.
(Friday can also be a very satisfying day, since I’m checking off all those items on the to-do list.)
Because stasis can be stultifying
Change – and the possibility of change, and the imagining of change, and sometimes the actual realization of change – is the basis for hope.
(In fact, time has you)
Not yet
Did you ever take a calendar off the wall to look up some future dates, think “Hey, it’s ALMOST March; in a little more than twelve hours,” put the calendar back on the wall set to March, and then take it back down and hang it back up set to February, because IT ISN’T MARCH YET?
It’s probably just me.
Purple felt-tip pen
Somewhere in my house is the other half of a purple felt-tip pen. Nothing as simple as I have the cap and not the body, or vice versa. No, this one was broken in half. I am looking for a suspect with purple teeth or purple paws. He should be considered armed and colorful.
I know exactly where to find the other half of my broken purple felt-tip pen, if I think about it a little bit. Where would be the worst possible place to have a massive purple stain? Start looking there.
Salesmanship
Ad on the radio for a local car dealership, and the narrator commends the salesman for selling them a larger vehicle than they intended to buy, with AWD, thus “putting the customer first.”
Well played, salesman. You get a halo… AND a bigger commission. I’m sure that was just a coincidence, though.
Mosquitoes
Mosquitoes are nature’s way of getting me to slap my own face and make me think it was my idea.