Square Peg ● Round Hole







I am in an odd place right now. There is a lot going on, yet there isn’t. Probably doesn’t make sense to you. Don’t worry, it doesn’t make sense to me either. I have my manuscript sitting on the counter silently mocking me. Sure, it thinks it is being helpful. Maybe it thinks that I need am extra push. There is so much work to do, yet I simply have no motivation to tackle it. God will give me a little nudge when he knows I am ready. He always does.

In the meantime, I wanted to share some interesting thoughts I had on one particular topic…..the State Fair. Every year at this time, crowds of people gather to eat deep, fried crap, wither in the smoldering heat, and peruse the exhibits, whether it is the livestock or the delectable baked goods that are being judged. When I was little, my parents took me every year. I begged to see the cows, sheep, and pigs. I didn’t care if the smell of shit permeated the air. I just loved being near the animals and getting to eat homemade fudge.

I can count on one hand, how many times I have been back since I was a child. Today, the attraction is not there. Honestly, the State Fair is like Walmart on steroids. Plus, you all know that a large group of people is a “NO” from me. I am selective in my people encounters.

If you love the fair, good for you. I hope it is everything you hoped it would be. I hope that smelling BO while sweating your ass off is worth the price of admission. Enjoy a deep, fried cheeseburger while your are there. While you are enjoying the perks of Walmart on steroids, I will be in my air conditioned home, where my manuscript and I will be ignoring each other.