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Thursday, February 21, 2008

Ya didn't have to be THAT way, Panera!

It was part of South Beach, Phase II. I wasn't violating a darned thing. And let's face it, I've come to love ya, Panera. So, why was it necessary to split my eyebrow open on your front door, huh?

I stopped to pick up some tasty sandwiches for a late evening dinner after a much too long day at work. All was going well and I was cruising at my don't-fuck-with-me pace back out the front door when I missed my reach for bar that released the door. My momentum carried my forehead, or more specifically, my right eyebrow, directly into the glass door. The pain registered, even as I rapidly corrected and knocked the door open, barely slowing myself down on the way to the car, but I knew something was wrong almost immediately. By the time I got to the leading edge of the parking lot, I thought I felt the moisture. By the time I was halfway across the lot to the car - not a large lot, mind you - I felt something dripping down from above my eye. I reached up and wiped, pulling my hand away and seeing a substantial amount of blood.

As soon as I opened the car door, I grabbed the reasonably fresh microfiber that we just put in the car last weekend, soaked up the bulk of the mess and applied pressure - a lot of pressure. I sat like that for close to five minutes, wondering whether it would stem the tide. I was shocked at the speed with which the wound had created the mess that was all over the towel. I just sat wondering, will I be able to drive home?

After a few more moments, I removed the towel for a moment. I resisted turning the light on and taking a close look, instead opting to wait 15 seconds before reapplying a clean portion of the towel and then checking it for fresh blood. There was a tiny portion there, but nothing overwhelming. I finally switched on the light and took a close look in the mirror. I was surprised to find what looked like about a half-inch gash just where the eyebrow curves down into the socket. It wasn't bleeding profusely though. Those of you who know me, know I'm a big guy. I'm not used to running into things and not winning. This was quite unusual.

I thought briefly of returning inside to Panera, but opted not to. It wasn't like the floor was slick or anything. It had been an accident - a momentary loss of coordination. I wanted to get home. I wanted to end this day. I wanted to eat a sandwich.

So start the car I did, and home I came. It was when I saw myself in the bathroom mirror here, that I first started to realize exactly what kind of force I must have had behind my head's contact with the door.

It was a split approximately 1/2 inch long, and wide enough to justify stitches. Carole and I talked briefly about that, and scars, and co-pays and sitting around in urgent care for God knows how long. I chose to defer that decision and instead make an effort to clean up the mess and self treat. We wouldn't be surprised if I woke up with a pretty healthy shiner. It would be my first, but I think the rest of the eye looks like there was enough of a hit to blacken it pretty good.

The sandwich, however, was damned good. And that really was the point, wasn't it? Sometimes we have to fight for our food to maintain that connection with our internal primitive.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Day 1 down...

...just under three more to go.

Back at the hotel after a decent day.

Meetings went long, but well today. Had dinner with colleagues at http://www.stonebrew.com/ . The tillapia was fantastic and nicely South Beach.

Checked the seats for the flight back home and opportunities don't look strong for a repeat of the first class upgrade I managed on the way here, so I may be finding out how my new size fares in coach class as well.

One way or the other, in seventy-two hours from now, I will be back at home, and I simply cannot wait.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Meeting Hell

Cryptic post of the day:

If anyone ever tries to tell you that engineers speak in confusing, non-sensical terminology...

...don't believe that until you have worked with folks that interface with the customers.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

The trouble with goals...

...is that they can often conflict with each other and end up creating gridlock as you stare in bewilderment at the mess you have created with your life. I hear you begging for an example. Seriously, I hear you begging. Don't deny it.

In this completely theoretical example, not at all based on the real life of anyone dead, living, real, fictional or otherwise making this non-theoretical, you are a relatively new writer for whom writing daily would have been seen as a chore before, say, November of last year. That is when you set a goal for yourself to write an average of 1000 words a day - keep in mind, this is just a nice round ballpark figure for theoretical purposes.

You have just completed eight weeks averaging a little over 1000 words a day in a private journal, but you are not happy exactly what you are writing. You find yourself creating too much stream of consciousness stuff. This sometimes includes material you would post in one of your online journals and other times stuff that you wouldn't be caught dead with in an online journal. Sometimes that off-limits material is just bad writing - other times its way too current-job obsessed, occasionally sensitive. Further, the effort you are putting into getting your words in is driving you to be awake far too often, late into the night, to get those words pounded out. All of this in an effort to establish a new habit that should make it easier to steer this mass of output in the theoretically not-too-distant future.

Do you see it? Good.

Now. You as hinted above, you are keeping blogs - multiple blogs - as another effort you are trying to move toward the habit of. You have also committed to crafting short stories for submission to your writing group on a regular basis.

For a kicker, you have decided that revision words do not count toward your 1000 words a day goal. The daily words are only original work creation. Ouch. That means you are really signing up for more work than you originally expected. That is going to leave a mark. This one could have gone either way, but you really didn't want to be a pussy about it. Instead, you charged into a new reality where you would be crafting two new novel drafts a year plus short stories, plus journal entries, while still moving two of your past works to a finished state during the course of that year. It takes guts and you should be proud of yourself, if you exist.

Now. You have some revelations in your journal that you are keeping apart from your blogs. Some of this content you want to pull back into your blogs to share with your online friends. When do you carve that time out of the rest of your schedule to transcribe the words that count toward neither a) the creation word quota, nor b) the revision word objective?

I am pondering a not entirely different question right now, not that it was the inspiration for this completely fabricated example. If anyone has any suggestions, I would love to hear them. My current path is just to internalize habit 1, the daily word objective while shifting into a different gear, accomplishing the week's word count objective in five days instead of seven. The two additional days a week would then become dedicated to revision and planning of the coming week's efforts.

I do expect to post in detail, the new plan for work distribution throughout the week. But for the moment, I am afraid I am out of time.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Today's writing...

I don't have 1000 words to show for today, per se.

I did post earlier and have done some extensive revision work on As Dominoes for my WotF entry. I'm still a ways from being ready with it, but I'm feeling much better about the size and scope of the story at this point. I still have a few connections between sections to make, but I absolutely love the concept and the ending of this story. I will work tomorrow on the character development working into the ending.