I'm doing a little housekeeping by finishing the blogs I had started over the last couple weeks and, for whatever reason, didn't finish. I'm struck by how funny this one is given the "dolla dolla bills ya'll" post (started a week or so ago and also finished today... can you tell it's Friday afternoon?).
The original title for this post was "Sunday afternoon sesh," and I had planned on writing about how easily the characters were developing themselves. Instead, I wrote about the lottery:
Sunday Afternoon Sesh
"... I just sat down to (finally) write for the weekend... and the first thing I did was check the clock, because that's what we lawyers do before we begin working on project. Maybe for comparison's sake, I should keep track of the time I spend writing a book. That way I can do an actual cost-benefit analysis when the time actually (hopefully) comes to transition from being a lawyer into being a writer.
So, I didn't win the Powerball last night. I've only recently started playing the lottery. That's how I know I need a change in my life. I'm playing the lottery. Regularly. And what's worse... I can't check the winning numbers without having a couple glasses of wine first. Now, I'm a very rational, reasonable person. I know the odds. I know I'm probably not going to win. (What's funny here is that I originally wrote "I know I'm not going to win," but then I deleted that, and added "probably.") But for some reason, when it comes to actually checking the winning numbers, there's a part of me that allows myself to be convinced that I won. You know why? Because something's gotta give. So it might as well be winning the lottery. Right? Well, I didn't win. But I did get two of the numbers, which was enough to make my heart stop momentarily and also ensure that I buy two tickets again next week."
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