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THE DAY I knew the day was going to be pretty much of a wash because I’d decided that I could no longer put off doing life maintenance: little things like start to put into place the pieces that will…
THE DAY Everyone is all aflutter here, worrying about the “dangerous cold” we’re having (like…it’s fourteen at night) and the possibility of snow and/or some sleet tomorrow. Not much; no one is forecasting anything like an accumulation that matters, although…
THE DAY Actually, not really because the husband went into work today. Said he had an early phone conference only it turns out to have been rescheduled. He stayed away anyway, which was fine because I needed to settle in…
That I’m really not going to talk about? I’m superstitious that way, but it’s hard enough to make a finished book sound semi-intelligent in three sentences or less. An idea about a work-in-progress is certain to sound like gibbering. But suffice to…
So this will be really, really fast. Wrote. Gymed. Had folks over to watch the Packers lose. It’s way late now, and I’m going to bed. Tomorrow is another day. WRITING OUT LOUD Far Side of the Moon Day 1:…
THE DAY Ever met anyone who’s really living life at full throttle? I’m not talking about the person who does dangerous things or jets around necessarily, although that can certainly be one way of doing it. I guess I’m thinking…
THE DAY I almost never wake up feeling good or refreshed. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve bounced out of bed even though I always get up at just about the same time every day…
THE DAY So we’re in the process of designing and getting bids for a new deck. Two estimates from guys who don’t do decks all the time are pretty high; one from a guy whose business is ONLY decks is…
THE DAY Not much going on. A slow start; spent the first part of the morning wondering if I shouldn’t just chuck this book and then the second half thinking that I can’t give up because I will only find…
THE DAY A little out of sorts, though only part of that is due to the writing (which didn’t go too badly today). It’s that someone else decided to wander onto my deck. Not the Chabadniks, this time. It was…