A friend and I got to talking about our ideal workday yesterday.

Of course, the conversation quickly let to talk of living off dividends.

But that was not the question!

The question was: “If you have to work, what would you like to do? What do you think would be the perfect thing?”

I said:

If I have to have a job I would like to write for myself

Work a half day productively writing, read more, more gym time, more walks

Go out to eat for breakfast more

Don’t publish on Fridays

Watch movies every night

(More family time too, obviously.)

Honestly, this is not largely different from what Ursula K. Le Guin did.

Ok, admittedly, I have though about this more than a little.

Here too.

And here.

Ok, fine, last one.

The thing is, if I stick with this blogging thing long enough, I might can pull this off.

Do you quickly forget what you have just written too?

Ugh.

On the bright side of it, I often discover a gem now and again when I look back through my archive.

In fact I ran into this yesterday when I posted about turning 40.

Most posts that I rediscover are middle of the road.

But here are there I find myself either wondering why I posted such garbage – or marveling at how clever I was.

It’s a body of work.

So let’s just forget about the duds.

Anyway, in the 60s, I became a busy screenwriter, if a screenwriter of a very low order. The names of the movies I wrote first scripts for have long since fallen off the tape of my memory. Unless there’s something singular about the producers or actors involved, I quickly forget what I may have just written.

-Larry McMurtry, Hollywood (Amazon)