It’s a bit of a waiting game, this whole writing lark. It’s very hard sometimes, especially when there’s a lot that you’re waiting to hear back on, not to sit and stare at the metaphorical clock. You have to keep moving, keep writing, keep pushing through some very long silences. Not easy. I’m going to have to take some of the metaphorical clocks off the (equally metaphorical) walls and hide them in the (metaphor straining, but still metaphorical) cupboards.
Basically, I need to get my head down. Which I shall shortly do.
The other big waiting game today is for the Rapture. If you’re in any doubt what this is, please go here and read my friend Jackie’s entertaining but accurate assessment of what some people thing will actually properly happen at some point.
Everybody else, more or less, is mercilessly taking the piss out of them. Feel free to join in.
One particularly barmy nutcase, Harold Egbert Camping, thinks it will happen today at six pm (about an hour and a half at the time of writing, at least here in India). Camping previously predicted that the Rapture would happen in 1994. It ignored him. For some reason, small groups of deranged people all over the world think he’s probably got it right this time, and have sold their lives in preparation for an ascent into Heaven.
That’s going to be a bit awkward, in a couple of hours.
I’ve no sympathy. There are just shy of seven billion people currently alive on this planet. These morons have decided that, out of all of the available opinions to listen to, they should heed the word of one of the small handful who have categorically got it wrong already.
Anyway, enjoy the Rapture. There will be another one along in a minute, but that’s no reason not to have a party.