Random musings on a writer's life & times, with occasional input from acquaintances


Sunday, November 07, 2004

Okay, I admit it. Posting the Sunday Seven is the lazy man’s way to blog. But better lazy than inert, right? So --

1) What are you wearing?

White sweatshirt with New York Mets logo in orange and blue (souvenir of a cold ballgame at Shea Stadium a dozen years ago or so); blue jeans, sweat boots, white Nike sox, a gold chain on my computer glasses so I can let them dangle from my neck if I take them off (the chain makes me look extinguished).

2) What are you reading?

“The Princess Diaries,” by Meg Cabot. Yes, it’s a girlie book for teens. But I read a couple of amusing adult novels by Cabot, so I decided to try the book that made her reputation. So far, it’s funnier than the movie. Cabot has a knack for female conversational style.

3) What’s for dinner?

Flank steak, I guess. I just toted a package of it in from the car for Cookie Jean, along with various other groceries.

4) What’s the best thing that happened this week?

Cookie Jean and I cruised over to Central Catholic High School Friday night to watch our youngest son, Andy, perform in a production of “Arsenic and Old Lace.” Oh, to be young and dramatic. (Or, in this case, young and comic.)

5) What’s bugging you?

I agreed to participate in National Novel-Writing Month, which means I am committed to creating a 50,000-word novel by midnight Nov. 30. As soon as I signed up on Nov. 1, I choked. I couldn’t decide what to write. Three days raced by before I typed a word. On the fourth day I finally settled on a topic. I have managed to write 3,476 words. That leaves me 8,193 words behind schedule so far, figuring I was supposed to average 1,667 words a day to meet the deadline. Argh.

6) Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?

Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. My eldest son, Joe, the one who campaigned for Howard Dean last winter, is threatening to move someplace like that because George Bush won re-election. It’s Canada or marry his pal Dan and move to Germany, he says. He has been known to exaggerate, however.

7) What’s it all about, Dave?

I share the words of French novelist/playwright Albert Camus:

"You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life."

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