Entry for July 26, 2007

Day 6 of The YES Experiment
I went to bed and awoke with a knotted stomach as a result of worrying about the book.
Do not ever volunteer to write a book. Do not ever succumb to idle musings along the lines of "I fancy myself a writer. How romantic it will be to puff on my pipe in the early hours, under the light of a desk lap, cogitating over the correct word to use in my opening paragraph of devastating prose."
It is not like that. It is more like this -
Waking in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, and for just one instant the dream seems real- dreadfully real. And for that instant you glance down and see the letters - hordes of them (in arial font in my case ) swarming across your torso. And then as one, communicating through some otherworldly power, they pause and then rush headlong together for your face, where they coagulate around your mouth and nose until you can't breathe. And you try to scream, but there is not enough breath....
That is what it is like you romantic fools. Do not succumb to your musings.
On a more positive note (if it were possible) I said Yes! to a week off work. My Significant Other suggested it, perhaps sensing in me a certain sense despondency (I may at one point have said "Death claim me now, for it would be better than facing the chapter on interim aliment" She is astute that way - I do love her so).
And I have said yes where normally I would have said no. And now there is a week of blankness staring out at me from my diary. And that gap in the diary... It looks to me - a confirmed Yes man - like something... I can't quite put my finger on it... Something...
Ah yes...
It looks like opportunity...