Sunday's I spend at a local restaurant that's cool with my occupying a table for most of the day. They don't chivy the customers along even at their busiest. So, folks linger and discussions have time to ripen. The food is local, organic and well done. The Muse meets me in my favorite booth when we can get it, another one when we can't. Most of my novel has been written sitting in that booth. Hopefully many novels will be birthed there.
I also like to people watch to give my brain short breaks. Sundays often have themes. Screamers/Spitters, Great Glasses or Beards or Hair color, Fashion Icons of any age. Today is my least favorite day. The TC Clone day :(
TC is not one of my favorite people on the planet. Much unfinished business between us. Business in which he basically stole $8500 of words from me. When I tried to collect he tried to charm me with what must work on other women. Didn't work on me. I have never found him even remotely attractive. When I tried a second time, it just became clear what a fucktard he is. He tried to claim all the words as his. Right (said like Dr. Evil). He has gone so far as to PUBLISH some of the words as his own.
That made me furious - for a moment. But I believe these mal-actions carry energy and that the energy of his actions, of not being in his integrity (ironically something he speaks of often), will have a return effect (See Newton's Third Law of Motion) that is equally - well - mal. This is not something I wish or am doing to him, it is something he himself set into motion with his falseness so I feel not one iota of guilt here.
But today is TC Clone day at the Dawg and half the dudes in here could be mistaken for him. I always just cut the TC Clone day short. But today I am going to stand my ground. I will take a stand for what is right for me. And that begins with not caving to the clones.
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