One Hundred Monkeys in Texas

September 12, 2008

Calling Charlotte A. Cavatica

Filed under: Law — alancochrum @ 11:49 am
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I had to report for jury duty this morning — something that I have somehow never been called for in three decades of adulthood. (And to answer the unasked question: Yes, I have driven and voted during that entire time.) While the bailiff was discussing our civic duty, I was amused to notice a figurine sitting on her desk: a swine with wings.

I’m sure that bailiffs hear every farfetched excuse in the world from various John/Jane Q. Citizens about why they need to be excused from jury duty. And I daresay that the figurine’s owner occasionally would like to reply: “After that story, we’ll let you off when pigs …”

Well, you know the rest.

A Flannery blouse for the spouse

Filed under: Books,Creativity,Writing — alancochrum @ 11:35 am
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“Writers write!” my wife reminds me occasionally. This is probably wise of her, considering that in some ways I am particularly susceptible to Sloth among the Seven Deadlies. (Not that this is the only one that I’m susceptible to, but that’s a discussion for another day. Maybe. When I get that “round tuit” that everyone talks about.)

She probably would agree with this thought from Flannery O’Connor:

“I’m a full-time believer in writing habits, pedestrian as it all may sound. You may be able to do without them if you have genius but most of us only have talent and this is simply something that has to be assisted all the time by physical and mental habits or it dries up and blows away. … I write only about two hours every day because that’s all the energy I have [because of ill health], but I don’t let anything interfere with those two hours, at the same time and the same place. … Sometimes I work for months and have to throw everything away, but I don’t think any of that was time wasted. Something goes on that makes it easier when it does come well. And the fact is if you don’t sit there every day, the day it would come well, you won’t be sitting there.”

— Letter of Sept. 22, 1957, The Habit of Being

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