Blop, blop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is

16,200 words (give or take) later, it’s over.

What I learned from this daily grind–other than that I could do it

  • A favorite playwright of mine observed that people generally don’t have that much to say, that 90 percent of the time people spend together, they spend in silence. “If you’re going to put characters on stage and make them talk for two hours, you have to give them motivation to do that–they have to be on drugs or under pressure–or nobody’s going to believe it.” I’ve learned that while I can type words every day, I’m not sure that I have that much to say.
  • Having a daily writing assignment during a month with a major holiday that involves cross-country travel is either a special challenge or a sadist twist, depending on your perspective. Especially when you’re traveling with a four-month old.
  • It’s possible to create a blog entry on a phone while stopped in traffic.
  • While it’s all about the journey, not the destination, nobody remembers Moses for all the miserable, flea-ridden, sandstorm-scoured campsites along the way–they remember the arrival to the promised land. I imagine that Moses remembers the arrival most fondly as well. So, should I choose to take a journey like this again, I think that I’d like to select a destination before embarking.

While we return home to Barky, who is being spoiled rotten–as he deserves–by his Auntie Bananarama, I’m going to take a day or so off. When I return, I’ll have an inside tip for a Christmakwanzukkah gift that’s going to be hotter–and easier to get–than bootleg Elmo TMXs.

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  • So far you’re one up on Big Mo: After all those flea-bitten camps and forty years of food to go, he never reached the Promised Land. Congrats on getting there.

  • Wahoo!