was more about actually writing

I wish writing, as a profession was more about actually writing and less about the day to day business problems. To be quite honest, I make more money off telling fortunes, to use the bank’s expression, than I do off of writing, but it’s a close call — the two are almost even from an accounting point of view. It’s just that the business stuff is really getting in the way of me being productive at the word processor these days. Either it’s the bank, or the phone company, or, like right now, it’s both. I waited on hold for 40 minutes with one phone company, only to be assured that the service disconnect notice was an error — no wonder I want out. But Bell didn’t seem to interested in picking me back up, either. I’ve requested service three times now. I was at the Travis County Court House, too, and the guard at the entrance insisted on holding onto my pocket knife because it was — come to think of it, I don’t figure me or that knife is very dangerous. But I don’t argue with uniformed officials. And for what it was worth, the County Records people were much nicer, and more efficient, than either phone company. On a much more positive note, I’ve got another book offer working, not the first time, but this one seems more reliable than the last few. “Dude, you ought to write a book!” My answer is generally the same, “Pony up some cash, dude.” No, I didn’t get any money, but I got a solid outline, with what looks like the right stuff in the right places. Now all I have to do is write the book. But before I can write the book, I’ve got to get the phone lines sorted out, then the bank thing, then the Travis County thing, then the March column deadlines, and the taxes thing. Don’t want to forget the State of Texas comptroller. When I was coming back from the County Court House, I noticed that the Texas Bankers [association?] had an office right across the street from the Governor’s Mansion. I wonder who’s really in whose pocket here.