Silly? in BookThree: Flight Log 2016

I wish I was inspired to write a book. Or a play. Or a screenplay.
When I first told my family that I wanted to be a lawyer, they were only worried about one aspect. I had long proved that I like to read. I had long proved that arguing intelligently energized me. And my years in the theater proved that I would have no trouble in court. The concern was if I would write.
A relative specifically told me, “It isn’t all court room, you know. It is more writing. So think hard about it because it is so much more writing than court room!”

Yeah. I get it. It is one of the reasons I wish that I’d had some kind of training in the paperwork because then I could file confidently instead of (as I did several times today) hit “send/file” with my eyes closed and my fingers crossed.

But writing? The desire to write? CERTAINLY present. Hell, my day is pretty much over. Tomorrow I have 1.5 hearings. Friday is all Juvenile Hearings in the morning. The only things I can even think to do for the rest of the day involve my Boss’ expertise and… since I have to almost literally force her to give me aid… I won’t be getting that assistance today. So… here I sit. 2 more hours of the day to work through. A yen to keep my fingers flying over the keyboard. Nothing to say.

And this is why my best acting performances were The Angry or The Villain. This is why my writing is best when it is Mournful or Erotic. Because even when I have nothing substantial in my head or my heart… anger lives in my body thanks to my physical pain. Tapping into Anger for a stage show is as easy as taking a deep breath before swimming. And when I have nothing worthwhile to write about? My long years of “living right, sacrificing opportunity so that I could be a good boy” weigh heavily upon me… contrasted grimly and starkly with the one time I seized the opportunity, shrugged off the expectation to be a good boy, and was attacked and nearly raped for it. So yes… when I write with nothing to say… it can quickly descend into the morose, the depressed, the whiny, or the erotic.

Or… as this is doing… if I’ve nothing to write, I become ridiculously narcissistic. Talking about myself and reflecting too much. Which also tends to go badly.

And as I WANT to write but have nothing to write about… and am writing at work… complaining starts tickling the keys. Because I have an officer I respect and who is a great guy. And he’s always asking me to do things that would help the community.... for example… Defendant continues to drive without a valid license; in order to receive a valid license, Defendant must attend Defensive Driving School and pay restitution for previous accidents; could I charge with driving under suspension as a way to force Defendant to complete classes/payments and dismiss the case should the Defendant comply? I love it. I love the idea of, instead of repeatedly constantly fining folks who can’t pay… instead, we use the law as a carrot/stick. Helping the community while penalizing those individuals who do not take steps to become a contributing member of the community. But… I don’t… actually… know how things work. Boss has stated that there are “plenty of ways to do that” but… she’s tired, doesn’t care, doesn’t train… so she’s mentioned two and hasn’t actually trained me (surprise) on any. Blah.

Meanwhile, I did ask my boss a question because when a Grandma calls you almost in tears because her mentally ill son keeps verbally tormenting his children… you’ve gotta act. Unfortunately, we’ve already had a mental health hearing on the guy and the conclusion was basically “Yeah, he’s crazy. But he takes medicine and hasn’t killed anybody so we’re not going to do anything.” My Boss’ response to my “What should we do now?” question was to ask someone in Child Services. Okay. I can totally do that. And if the response was simply “ask Child services” I wouldn’t be writing it. But as so frequently happens with my boss… ask a question, get an answer, and then a dozen or so sentences of wild speculation, rambling, or muttering about something else.

And now there’s an hour left of work. Hooray. Ooooo… a text message on my phone! Yeaah, I could do that for the next 60 minutes… I could painstakingly, ridiculously live report what I’m doing. How’s THAT for crappy reading!

LoL… just my brother asking about legal stuff for his business. With me giving the ultimate lawyer response. Here are the general rules and agreements as understood by lawyers not actively participating in that specific field of law. May I suggest strongly you ask a lawyer actively participating in that specific field of law? NOTE FOR READERS: Yes, my brother whom I love gets that response… so when an attorney who doesn’t give a shit about you says that… you can know that the attorney is still giving you the best advice they can. The law is a weird, irritating bitch. JUST IN MY FIELD… what defines a Marijuana 2nd Offense from a Marijuana 1st Offense changed on May 11th this year. That was only a few weeks ago but impacted a case that I got a few days later. When we recommend you talk to a lawyer… we aren’t perpetuating our profession… we are looking out for your best interest.