I’ve been stealing time from my family, ignoring my friends, and locking myself away at lunch every day again. My wife knows what’s up, I’ve got another writing bug. I’ve promised myself 500 words per day but I find myself with well over a thousand before I know what’s happening. Even the mooshy middle of my story is exciting, because it’s not mooshy. Solid. Stable. I’m not doing time at the keyboard, I’m on vacation while I’m here. This is the sweet spot, and I’m riding high.
Monthly Archives: February 2016
If Money and Power are two of the metrics and Ms. Huffington calls them LEGS then what exactly is this THIRD METRIC she wants me to embrace and why do I suddenly feel dirty all over again?