Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, March 10, 2018, 11:57 a.m.

It’s been a busy week. I got more done on Friday than any day in quite a while. Everything worked. Interview subjects called me back promptly. By the time I got finished writing about a soccer game and talking on a radio show while it was going on, it was 10 p.m. From 7 a.m. till whenever it was that I fell asleep in a recliner, I wrote about high school soccer, prayer breakfasts, a fictitious baseball scout, NASCAR, played music, and took some really bad photos.

Now it’s Saturday.

NASCAR practice is on TV. I’m not as motivated. I’ve got to decide which book I’m going to read next. My thoughts are racing, but they aren’t coherent or cohesive.

My next novel is still under consideration by a publisher. The way I figure it, they accepted a few quickly and rejected others quickly. Now they’re making a harder decision about mine and some others. Somewhere, someone is standing up for my manuscript, and someone else wants to reject it. How they sway others is what will determine the fate of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. Coincidentally, it will likely be out sooner if it is rejected, but that’s only if I decide not to await word from other publishers and self-publish. It’s going to be published. It’s too much work to set aside.

It’s funny how, no matter how old one gets, the stupidity of words and terms one has taken for granted one’s whole life suddenly occurs. Last night I heard a TV personality ridicule Daylight Savings Time. It should be Daylight Saving Time. As he noted, it’s not a bank.

I’ve had my deliberations over thousands of words. Why is an athletic director the director of athletics? Is it RBI (runs batted in) or RBIs? Why is a man with a bat in his hands a batter in every instance except when he gets hit by a pitch, at which point he strangely becomes a “batsman”? Why does the lead lap have a tail end?

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