1.28.2005

My Barber, My Conscience

I see from the card in my wallet that it's almost time for my next haircut. Since I like my hair short, I visit Missy, my, er, stylist, once every five weeks or so. Now, Missy is aware—and has been aware since I first visited her shortly after Brooke and I moved to St. Louis—that I'm writing a novel, or as I like to say, "writing" a "novel." At any rate, each appointment, without fail, she asks me how the book is doing. Or, rather, since roughly August of last year, why the book isn't finished yet. Now, she's not the only person to inquire about this—just ask Brooke—but she's the only one that a) asks on a predictable basis and b)I can't pacify with some pretentious writerly comment like "You can't rush art" (or "art") or "It will be done when it tells me it's done" or "Mommmm...Leave me alooooone." So, for the past few months I've been forced to invent a new reason each month why the book isn't done. To wit, a few of the recent excuses:

- head cold
- received Xbox for Christmas
- visited my family in Baltimore for Christmas
- visited Brooke's family in St. Louis for Thanksgiving
- general post-election malaise
- too much whiskey (see above)
- general post-World Series malaise. (St. Louis only, I know)
- cats did something cute.

Frankly, friends, I'm tired. I hereby solicit suggestions for new excuses.

5 comments:

Grendel said...

Characters on strike
post-Cold War malaise

gwarbot said...

It fell on the floor at Grendel's house, landed in a little patch of dried peanut butter, and the real Grendel ate it.

TLB said...

I use this one, but only because it's the truth: I've been fetal on the floor sucking my thumb, thanks for asking! Want a copy when it comes out??

dunkeys said...

That is annoying, Ian.

But at least she doesn't say, each time, "Time to shave your neck again!"

(otherwise, baffling one-word answers often work best: "house" or "dog" or "stuff" -- my favorite -- for example.)

("Not telling" is the classic response, of course)

Pete said...

holy shit, xbox rocks my world. Those Star Wars games in particular. There's this trend lately of video games including moral consequences. Thinking about the consequences of one's actions is hard work. Doing it in the context of resisting/falling to the dark side makes it a lot more fun. What's especially great is that the game isn't didactic; most of the time it's easier and more profitable to be a jerk. There's no moralizing, "evil never pays" etc.

Also, the fight scenes are bad ass, and the lightsabers make the appropriate "wuh-wuh" sounds. What more could a guy want?