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Sat., July 19, 2017
Geez, it's been over a month.
Since I last wrote, I've had another [name omitted] assignment (a record 1-1/2 days), my 41st birthday, and no news from Social Security. Rick is getting to the point where he says he doesn't care. I don't think I much care either, actually. But I wouldn't mind closure on the thing.
Another summer is flying by. It has been sooo dry. We haven't had rain to speak of since mid-June, and even that wasn't much. Lawns are turning to straw. At least the humidity's down. The air quality was okay today, but stinking for the last few days.
Ellen, Connie & I (and Jim, Connie's husband) went to see My Best Friend's Wedding. I got my first urinary tract infection in over a year.
Sun., July 20, 1997
Comes a time in your life when you realize that if you're going to do something, you'd better start now. That's the way I feel about writing.
So, there's the importance of planning. What do I do now?
I'd like to focus on what I'd like to do and act accordingly. Example: the importance of having time to write fiction. How do I structure my life and career (whatever career it may be)? Do I want to do other types of writing? Should I work part-time at some job for money and write in my spare time? Should I seek employment with a media organization? Or do I stick with looking for legal employment?
If money is less important than satisfaction, you would think my options would be wide open. That is, in fact, the problem. How to choose. And I'm not a young 'un no more, so choices have become more important. They were important 20 years ago, too. In fact, I feel like I'm reliving 20 years ago! But now I have to choose carefully. There's less time to develop a skill or establish a reputation.
On less philosophical matters, we had a beautiful day. The Orioles lost miserably.
