It is a calm Sunday night in my small house. The dishes are done, the laundry is done (not folded, of course), a candle is lit, and jazz is playing on the Music Choice cable channel. There is a relaxing tone to the night, with the only excitement coming from an occasional trumpet or drum solo.
I have to go to work tomorrow, but tomorrow seems so far away – several hours until I need to sleep. I’ve never needed that much sleep – six hours is optimal, but five hours will get me through the day. I tend to plan my night based on how much sleep I need. Since most work days have the same wake-up time, the previous night is always limited based on backplanning. “Backplanning”, a term I learned in the military, meaning plan from the objective backwards. And being at work on time is a worthwhile objective.
But enough about Monday, let’s bring it back to Sunday. Tonight. My calm night of doing nothing. Once dinner was finished, I turned on my computer to see what the world is up to. It is still amazing that I can log in and the whole world is on a party line these days. I am old enough to remember when finding out the news of the day took place the day after.
So I logged on to social media – the twitters and the Facebooks – and it seems everyone is talking about the conclusion of a television show I have never watched. Not that I am against television shows, I am just not a regular viewer of anything but sports or pro wrestling. I know when they are on and I tune in. I’m not even as big of a fan of either as I once was, but I still tune in. I couldn’t even tell you what channels any of the other shows are on.
We still use channels, right? I know a lot of people watch their shows via their apps. Channels are a thing of the past. I wonder if we will be able to put all of our apps on any thing connected to the the Internet of Things. Could I catch up to Game of Thrones on the monitor on my refrigerator?
Do you know what really scares me? What if toilet paper rollers were connected to the Internet of Things? “You’ve been using more toilet paper than usual, here is an ad for diarrhea medicine.” No, you crazy internet of things, I have a house guest.
What a weird world we will live in when my toilet paper roller tries to assume my bodily functions. We are close to that. You can already buy a freezer that connects to your phone. In case you want to text your frozen chicken.
But that is something I have been reading a lot about recently. Not frozen chicken – the growth of technology and the threats we face in an interconnected society.
Now we are back to the slow part of the night. Things are calm and things are alright. There are so many things I could do tonight. I have a pile of magazines on my coffee table – Forbes and Fortune Magazines from the last three years. I think everyone has a pile of magazines they haven’t read. It comes with being an American citizen. Here is your birth certificate, social security number, and a stack of old Sports Illustrated and National Geographics.
Alongside the pile of business magazines that have not been read at the speed of business, are a stack of bank statements and receipts I should file. I like to check off my spending each month to make sure I am not spending too much. I think that is one of the tasks you are assigned when you reach adulthood – you start to balance your personal budget. For a few years, my budget was simple – nothing coming in, too much coming out. Luckily, I had some money in a savings account. But how close I came to homelessness is a story for another day.
So I have piles of random paperwork around my house. They are on my coffee table, on my kitchen table, on my kitchen counter, and in my office. Slowly but surely, my goal is work my way though the years of papers, bills, notes, and magazines I have let collect in the last five years. The good news is I am more than halfway done.
The bad news is I seldom write any more. I miss writing. I have always described myself as a writer. I have an unpublished novel on my computer that perhaps I should dust off and try to publish. I think it is good. It might need some touching up and maybe some editing. Maybe I will send it to a few people to read and get their thoughts. Good thing it is a timeless story.
Enough about the story and the characters of my writing and more about me. I am the main character of this piece. Actually, I think I am the only character. That’s fine. I am supposed to write about what I know. I know myself quite well.
Although I used to write often, I haven’t written creatively in a long time. I haven’t created a character in even longer. I haven’t placed this new character in a fictional world. I wonder how many writers put their characters in the same world they live in. It would be quite boring to read about a character who goes to work everyday and hangs out on quiet Sunday nights with jazz and a candle. Maybe I should write a Walter Mitty-type story.
Maybe I should start writing about anything. Maybe I should take the last 30 minutes of my night and dump my thoughts on the screen or in a notebook. Maybe I should write a certain amount of words.
Maybe I should write 1,000 words.
Here are words 995-1,000.
I should write more often.