I love the energy, the agility, the athleticism of the games. I rarely miss a collegiate basketball game--men or womens.
I especially enjoy the MEACH (pronounced me-ack), a conference which mainly comprises smaller colleges. It was a well-dressed older gentleman who won my heart at that conference. Each year, Mr. MEACH, as he's so affectionately called, arrives at the convention center with racks of clothes. Yes, clothes. The man puts on a fashion show that would put the runways of New York and Paris to shame. He may don a red suit, red shoes, black shirt and red and black tie, top it off with a broad-rimmed red fedora and, with red cane in hand, step and stroll through the crowded bleachers. Pictures are taken. Smiles are shared. Cheers turn away from the players and toward this octogenerian. An hour later, he'll be in aqua and yellow or purple and pink. Oh, I'm telling you, he makes an amusing peacock. He has ladies who sew most of his suits. According to the newscasters, Mr. MEACH works on his many costumes all year long.
Well, why not. His colorful fashion show-off-manship makes people smile, just as my stories sometimes make people smile. No doubt he gets the same souldeep satisfaction from all the "oohs and ahhs" as I get from someone saying you made me laugh outloud.
I wonder if the man is exhausted at the end of the tournament, constantly changing clothes and making sure every detail of his outfit of the hour is perfect? Questions like that plague me somewhat this year. Questions like when has one had enough for awhile? How does one find balance? What's the difference between ambition and obsession? You see I've reached the point of mental exhaustion in my writing. In less than three years, I've written and contracted eight books. Suddenly I can't write one more emotion--humorous, romantic, painful or suspenseful. And I am playing my own version of string music this year. Strains of my favorite violin solos float from our stereo as I take a break from writing. I'm hoping a month of living life will do the trick. My house is certainly enjoying some deep cleaning. Plants are getting repotted. Closets cleaned. The yard is garnering some special pre-season attention. It's nice to step out of the writing cave for awhile and "see" life. I'm seeking balance. This month I'm putting my own ending to March Madness.