I think I’m a closet gambler.
Can you be a gambler if you don’t spend money?
I’ve discovered online, free Texas Hold ‘Em poker games. Playing with somebody else’s fake money is incredibly liberating. I’ve gotten bold, fearless, willing to push the envelope, up the ante, even when I’ve got bupkus in my hand. Because some folks will just plain fold their hands because I’m daring them to take big risk with their cash.
On the other hand, I’ve also lost a couple of fortunes when the computer calls my bluff and discovers that I got nothing.
Maybe there’s some metaphor for my writing -- even my life -- in all this risk-free gambling.
Maybe the lessons I’m learning are:
* Fake it till you make it. Or as Anna in The King and I reminded us:
Make believe you're brave
And the trick will take you far.
You may be as brave
As you make believe you are.
* Put on your game face, that may be good enough.
* Most people don’t know more than you do, they’re just better at selling cow manure as perfume.
Of course, the other lesson might be: a fool and his money are soon parted.
But I assume that it’s okay to be a fool and part with my money if there is no actual moola involved.
In the meantime, cut the cards and deal.
Murder Takes the Cake by Evelyn David
Murder Off the Books by Evelyn David