I have to admit I didn’t know much about how Labor Day started in this country, so I did a Google search. If you’re interested, I’m sharing.
On this Labor Day, just like most other Labor Days I’ve had lately, my plan is to work. I know I’ve said here before that writing isn’t like digging ditches, but it’s still work.
I’m going through the final edit of my next book, “Vevay, Indiana.” It’s a short novel—what they call a novella these days. I still call it a short novel. It should come out early next year.
At some point today, I’ll make a few notes on the next CityBeat column I’m writing. For a few days, I didn’t have any idea what it was going to be about, but then an idea came to me, born out of something that happened when I was out and about. Being out and about means living an everyday life and if you’re paying attention, and I am, a story can usually come out of it.
Thinking about CityBeat as I’m typing this, I’ve been associated with that publication since the spring of 1999. That’s the longest association I’ve ever had with any company. I guess the work has paid off.
I’m happy to be doing work I enjoy. I wouldn’t enjoy digging ditches—not in the least. I’ll work today and count my blessings at the same time.
(Photo from medievalists.net)