“Darn it, it’s after 5 pm, why isn’t there anything new to read on MGC?”
“Ah, maybe because it’s the first Friday of the month and you were supposed to write it?”
I may be pretty isolated these days, but at least I do have these entertaining conversations with myself.
Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. It’s not much of an excuse, but I didn’t have anything to say anyway. I think I’m in trouble. Not writing. Not doing much of anything else either. It’s been a year since the second knee surgery, it still hurts to walk, and I’m beginning to think that immobility is freezing my brain.
For a while I was so ticked off at the waves of freedom-destroying, America-destroying executive orders coming out of the White House that I found the energy to write about them on my personal blog, but now I can’t even. Reading the news feels like hitting myself on the head with a hammer, and I think I need to take a prolonged vacation to preserve whatever sanity I’ve got left.
That probably also means a vacation from the current work-not-really-in-progress, where I was having some fun by saddling the paranormal working group with an office manager bent on inflicting Critical Race Theory workshops on them. It’s just not fun any longer.
I think I’m going to run off and hide in a fantasy very loosely based on Renaissance Italy. My online book group has been discussing The Prince and in an effort to improve my understanding of Machiavelli, I’ve been reading a lot of history and biography of the period, not to mention a few historical novels. And my goodness, the details are fun. Consider the episode where the Pope excommunicated all of Tuscany, whereupon the Tuscan bishops got together and excommunicated the Pope. (Can you even do that?) Or the Florentine attempt to divert the river Arno away from Pisa so that they would have a port they could control and leave the Pisans high and dry. This might have been a doomed attempt in any case, but it certainly didn’t help when some middle manager replaced Leonardo da Vinci’s original plan for a 32-foot canal with two canals, each 16 feet deep.
Anyway… this magically talented condottiere just strolled into my head. And I’m going to break all my own rules by abandoning the WIP and allowing Gian Galeazzo to tell me what he’s been up to lately. What the heck – I can hardly make less progress on the WIP than I’ve done this month, and just maybe this will develop into a story worth telling.
At a minimum, it’s an excuse to keep delving into the details of the Italian Renaissance, which has got to be a healthier preoccupation than Current Events.