What activities do you lose yourself in?
Let’s see, over the years it’s been fishing, hunting, karate, racing, tennis, Biking, and then there was kids and Life, and other stuff, and the next thing I knew I’ve lived in seven decades. I mostly do introvert stuff now so I get lost in my mind a lot.
Delusions of Adequacy 
Well, bein’ 84, lotsa stuff I usedta do ain’t a good idea anymore. Can’t even play golf ’cause of shoulder impingement and an arthritic hip.
So . . . I’m limited to some 5-lb upper-body flies 3 times a week, trimmin shrubs, mowin half an acre, and a daily 25-minute bike ride to keep the muskels in shape.
For the cerebrum, I write . . . compulsively, daily — essays, articles, poems, stories, novelettes, snark, and blogments. Best way to lose your mind is not to use it, right?
Love to put sassy verbs, presumptuous nouns, rascally adverbs, sneaky metaphors, imaginative allegories, analytical analogies, and brain farts into close-order drill, square dancing, ballet, boot-scootin, jiu jitsu, impromptu gymnastics, and the occasional riot.
In the past 30 years I’ve finished a dozen and 20 or more novels which flung open some really foul compartments in my mind involving war, intrigue, survival, jingoism, racism, sci-fi, politics, and bringing painful ends to characters symbolizing the collection of assholes we’ve endured recently whose sole purpose in life is the disintegration of the US.
Before thumb drives, I typed ’em out on hardcopy and stuck ’em in a drawer to molder for a while. After a few months, I’d drag ’em out, read ’em, and then burn ’em page-by-page in a large drum in the back yard.
Today I put ’em on flash drives and stick those in a cubbyhole, then read ’em once time has made me a qualified critic, then usually hit “Select All” and “Delete.” All except a couple which ain’t really bad, but I donno how to market.
Keeps me outta the redneck bars where I’d very likely get my ass handed to me.
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