Tonight I finished my second Sarah book. It’s funny…I remember writing the first paragraph of each of my books, wondering how the heck is this going to turn into 300 pages? Then it does. And I’m always amazed.
Arthur is on television. I like this movie. Dudley Moore is hilarious. If only I couldn’t care about things like he didn’t in this movie. Minus the problems he had which made him not care. Life would be more enjoyable. I’m too uptight sometimes. Life is short. I need to channel Dudley more. Get it? It’s a pun. 😉
There are seasons to everything. And so is my point to this post. There was a time when I’d watch M*A*S*H each night before going to bed. It was a complete ritual. Then I went through a period where I watched the British comedy, “Are You Being Served”. Very dry, but I enjoyed the ritual of watching it. Then I had a spell of “The Golden Girls”. It had funny one-liners, and was easy to fall asleep to, because I didn’t become invested. There was also the “Frasier” time. I liked it until Niles and Daphne hooked up. Who likes a show once the angst is gone?
Now I write every night, barely watching television. This is a season, too. I can’t wait to see what the next one brings.