OK So As We Skid Into The Weekend...

If you did something stupid, apologize for it. If you did nothing, say so. Try to talk him down. But if he won't let it go and worse comes to worse - remember - feet spread to the width of your shoulders, knees slightly bent. Keep alert. It's not going to hurt. Grab his head and put him on the ground.

Fighting is ultimately pretty stupid. Even more comical if one or both of the people involved is drunk. You'd think everybody'd know that by now, but no - every generation has to figure it our for themselves. And you can pretty much believe, on this hot summer weekend, that there'll be all kinds of bozos getting into it in the next 48 hours. Rummies. People have to realize that fighting is a waste of a good buzz. But what are you going to do? That's life.

Actually I've decided I really need people to be stupid. That thing I've been writing (15,000 presentable words and still going) requires there be interest, comic relief, disgust, and fear of violent public displays. The main character has a pistol in the top drawer of his nightstand. in the bottom drawer are tens of thousands of dollars he has in bundles that he's saved up over the years from his job. But I can't decide if it's a Ruger GP100 (above) or an 8-shot Blackhawk (bottom). The GP100 makes more sense and is less, I don't know, extravagant in a realistic setting, but "8-shot Blackhawk" sounds so cool in a literary sense. It fills out sentences real nice. Of course after a while it's just "a Blackhawk." But when you introduce it (because, after all it is a character in this) and say "my 8-shot Blackhawk" it just reads nice. I don't know. It would be more realistic if he had the Ruger GP100. I'll figure it out.

Also I know this is working because, as usual, I can't come up with a title to save my life. All my titles suck the big one.

In the meantime, tonight it's grilled chicken, baked potatoes, and asparagus with a sprinkle of balsamic vinegar all on the grill. My wife bought a strawberry-rhubarb pie (my favorite) for desert and we have two friends coming over who rescue greyhounds.

And wine. So no writing tonight. I have to tell you - after a long LONG period of creative stagnation - it's a torrent lately. I almost hate to have company, but hell it's the weekend and I don't feel like fighting nobody...