I go days, weeks, months sometimes without writing. I used to call it procrastinating. If I squint, I convince myself that it is fomentation, a necessary respite.
Am I retired? From what? I never had a career. Now, I have the kind of job that people claim in their retirement, to augment their pensions. If I don't have a pension, is this still a retirement job? Or is it my job?
Somebody asked me after AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH last night what I did here in Urbana. I didn't know what to say. This has been the pattern of my entire life. Someone else asked me if I was going to review the movie for the newspaper. I love it when they say they read my reviews. (Their concept of time must be even more askew than mine.)
Can I say I swing in a hammock in a downtown neighborhood in Urbana? Is that a good answer?
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