In the interest of doing anything but writing, I:
- cleaned the fridge
- ordered books on Borders: designing fictional characters, a book to fuel my fantasies of traveling the world, and a book instructing on Jewish prayer
- got lunch for tomorrow and tried a new ice cream
- won two games of Word Yahtzee
- Contact someone who could get in touch with people to help with a stalled novel
You know what I should do tomorrow? Call someone who called me about the informational interview. And think of questions about Simmons. I should also get rent and deposit enough money to finally pay off my credit card.
I guess the reason I am holding off on writing is that I have to write letters by a social-climbing anti-Semitic Blackshirt fictional character, and it makes me feel dirty. I know about the shadow, I know about the author not necessarily sharing the views of the character (once a friend of mine and I joked about putting a disclaimer "The opinions expressed in this fictional story are not the opinions of the author. These attitudes were apprioprate for that time, distasteful as they are."). Still, I am going to wonder what black feelings I will be mining here to write it.