On the Thursday View

However did it get to be Thursday?

Oh, that’s right. Work.

This is the week that all the publications go to press. I’ve been occasionally stressed, always busy. To my surprise, I worked a regular day yesterday; usually, on the Wednesday of this week each month, I work late, until seven, sometimes eight, occasionally nine.

Tomorrow should be, in comparison to yesterday and today, relaxed. πŸ™‚

So, what’s been on my mind this week? Besides the Chicago Cubs :cubs: and their summer swoon, that is?

I’ve spent what free time I’ve had this week pondering the next step with the novel outline I submitted last month that received a rejection letter over the weekend. The letter, I should note, was not a surprise; I knew the project was a long-shot going in. I had no illusions. Over the weekend, I plan to spend some time reworking the outline into something else, and I’m also kicking around some ideas for how best to package the idea for a possible series of novels. I’m thinking big. πŸ™‚

One thing I didn’t mention — last week I went to a concert. Elbow played the 9:30 Club in DC last Tuesday, and I was there. Then, this Monday, I found an excellent audience recording of the concert. I’ve listened to this a few times, and I’ll probably write up a concert report in the next day or two. Last week, I was just too bloody tired. This week, I’ve been too bloody busy. πŸ˜‰

Today, I bought the new Radiohead single, “Harry Patch (In Memory Of).” The song was written in honor of Harry Patch, Britain’s last survivor of the Western Front, who passed away last month at the age of 111. It’s an atypical song; Thom Yorke took an interview Patch gave, and he set Patch’s reminiscence of the horrors of World War I and set them to music. It’s all done with strings, and it’s really quite haunting. The song can be heard, in low quality, at the BBC’s website. It can also be purchased for one pound directly from Radiohead, with proceeds going to the Royal British Legion.

I haven’t liked the heat. The problem with the sixth floor view at the office is that it can look so inviting outside, until you actually step out of the lobby and onto the building’s entrance, where the sun and the humidity will take your breath away. Several times this week I’ve thought of going outside, only to turn back at the door. That’s probably just as well.

I bought an issue of Rolling Stone, which only confirmed in me all the reasons why I don’t buy Rolling Stone regularly anymore. For a music magazine, I find it pretty fucking useless. On the plus side, they did have a brief mention of Florence and the Machine, whose album Lungs I’ve found a lot of fun to listen to.

Other than these things, this week’s been low-key. I’ll take low-key. πŸ˜‰

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