So, 60 degrees on Monday, a foot of snow forecast for Wednesday.
Now I remember why we intend to move out of this area when we retire in a few short years. And ‘red sky at night, sailor’s delight’? Funny, I left work looking at a red-tinged, somewhat cloud laden sky and figured ‘not so much’. Oh well, you’d think I’d be used to it by now. I’ve only spent my entire life living in the region – at least I work at home on Wednesdays, and have nowhere to get to for Thanksgiving…
For anyone keeping track, I missed my ‘one post per week’ goal last week, although, if I’m being generous, I’m still averaging one per week this month, so I won’t be too hard on myself. I’m even further behind on NaNo, and have accepted that I will not compete my story by month-end, but I think there’s a good chance that I’ll have it finished in December. As it does most years, work intruded, and since that pays my bills, and I’m a reasonably responsible grown-up, it took precedence over noveling & blogging.
All of these things ran through my head during my uncharacteristically traffic-y trip home today. Along with with many choice comments for some of my fellow drivers. The traffic on the thruway was so heavy tonight – and nothing beats a 75 MPH traffic jam after a long day at work – that I assume the weather forecast has people doing their Thanksgiving traveling early. And also with a few more ideas for my NaNo story – but honestly, I’m suffering from a bit of a block after the lack of writing over the past several days.
But I digress, my story is a dystopian satire that has Eris as the very unlikely catalyst for a positive change. In order to push myself to get back to work by exposing my unedited story (first rule of NaNo – turn off the inner editor), I’ve decided to excerpt my opening page (although it may well end up elsewhere at some point in the future):
And so it begins…
The day dawned clear and bright on the fateful September morning. The Dietch family patriarch looked out on the expansive back lawn from the sandstone terrace. He was well and truly pleased by the way things had developed over the past two years. In fact, it was so much better than he could ever have hoped. Everyone had done their parts perfectly, and there were so few missteps that it was truly incredible. He couldn’t be happier. And today was to be the start of the new power structure. The Age of Deitch had finally arrived. His family’s destiny had been come to pass. He wished his father had lived to see the day, but in truth, he and his brothers had been lucky that they’d lived long enough.
It should have happened under his father’s watch. He’d tried, but the world wasn’t ready yet for his message. Events overtook his father and his friends plans. It had been carefully laid out, but he wasn’t prepared for the country’s reactions to events happening ten thousand miles away, or to the chaos and terrorism that seemed so rampant everywhere. Because they weren’t prepared, the humanistic, liberal, socialistic movements had the opportunity to grow. Feminism? No, his father had failed because he was unable to foresee the way things would turn. But it was okay, that turning left a void in the hearts of those that were true believers, and those that were on the margin began to feel further marginalized, and he, Robert Deitch, had seen that marginalization and realized how it could be used to not only keep his father’s vision alive, but to also expand on it. And he succeeded to create a grander present than his father ever could have hoped for. His brother’s helped, because they understood the vision, but really it was his achievement, and it was only right that he would wield the greatest power in the new order. He assumed that the others would understand.
Eris DID NOT understand. And she was not amused by what was going through Robert’s mind at this precise moment. No, definitely not. She had invested time and energy in nurturing his rise with minimal bloodshed. It was fine that he was planning to lead. Her role was always meant to be behind the scenes. It was wrong that he didn’t seem to feel that he should share in his achievement. He would NEVER have achieved a damn thing without her. This was her work – not his. All he had done was what she’d wanted him to do with the seeds that she had planted. With the path that she had cleared for him. How dare he fail to give her, and her family, the respect, and the credit that they deserved. Not publicly, of course, but at least privately. How could he behave as if he no longer needed them to keep his power. If he didn’t change his views, and soon, then she would have to demonstrate to him why she wasn’t someone that could be ignored. To be honest, her family generally didn’t take personal slights particularly well, so the very fact that she was willing to to give him a final opportunity to see the light, was more than anyone could reasonably have expected.
And there it is – published for the first (& possibly only) time.
Oh yes, there’s another quote, too. I found this Henry James quote and thought that it actually went quite well with my last one.
“The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook.”
— William James
Not quite the where my brain was headed regarding the Dag Hammarskjold quote, but close. And it also seemed to be very appropriate for those who are gearing up for those sometimes tense family gatherings.