Do I blog when I ought to be writing for money? Sometimes. I was going to spend Sunday morning writing another chapter of my George Balanchine book, but did I? Nooooo. I had a leisurely brunch at the Fairway Café with a couple of musician friends, then came straight back here and posted a whole bunch of stuff. Shame on me.
On the other hand, I’m leaving in an hour to go see New York City Ballet dance Balanchine’s Midsummer Night’s Dream, after which I expect to be sufficiently inspired to come home and write that chapter…unless, of course, I decide instead to write my piece for The Wall Street Journal on Amtrak sleepers. (Benchley’s Law: Anyone can do any amount of work, provided it isn’t the work he is supposed to be doing at that moment.)
Either way, if I blog again today, don’t read it. That’ll teach me a lesson.