A Revelation of Sorts
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Editor's Note: Rarely, very rarely, Sanscravat seems to be on the verge of something akin to enlightenment. This, unfortunately, is not one of those times.
Like most of us who scribble, from time to time I find it necessary to pursue gainful employment of some other sort altogether. It's a sacrifice I make to support my writing habit.
The other day, just before leaving work, I made a stop in the bathroom. As I switched on the light and closed the door, it occurred to me that I was still "on the clock." In a flash -- much like the one Gautama experienced under the Bo tree -- I realized that I was earning more money by producing urine than I ever do by writing.
Clearly, I should be cutting back on the verbiage and increasing my fluid intake.
Like most of us who scribble, from time to time I find it necessary to pursue gainful employment of some other sort altogether. It's a sacrifice I make to support my writing habit.
The other day, just before leaving work, I made a stop in the bathroom. As I switched on the light and closed the door, it occurred to me that I was still "on the clock." In a flash -- much like the one Gautama experienced under the Bo tree -- I realized that I was earning more money by producing urine than I ever do by writing.
Clearly, I should be cutting back on the verbiage and increasing my fluid intake.
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