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The Now Clock

I gave in to temptation and strolled into Coles Book Store. I really should know better, I can never manage to leave there empty-handed.

This afternoon will be devoted to doing some of the backend changes I need to do to several of my websites. Well mine and those of my friends. There is back-upping and updating to be done. Not, my favourite tasks, but I like scrambling for data after a crash even less.

Saturday Morning

My to-do list is as long as ever, but it seems lighter. Probably because I have a plan and have managed to streamline several tasks into a logical progression. Whether I do or not, it give me the illusion of being in control.

Week One

This past week was a whirlwind of cleaning, socializing, meetings and research. The first day I’ve had to myself was Thursday, so I took it. I grabbed the day with both hands and devoted myself to mindless tasks.

My Worst Nightmare Lived by Another

Yesterday just as we wwerre wrapping up our 2-day businesss planning retreat for PaperBox Books/Fiction Therapy, I received an email from my Mom. Joan Flewelling had passed away.

And a good time was had by all

I love it when a plan comes together. Yesterday was my potluck/BBQ my declaration of independence and the official start to the next phase of my life. There have been a of of them lately, but each one seems to presenting more opportunity than the …

Press start

Press Start… to begin the next phase in your life. Wait! Who did that?! I wasn’t ready!

I can see the floor

I came home last night to a packingboxless house. This morning, in the light of day, I can see the floor. The end of chaos is near. Which is good, I still have to re-write my ending for ‘Hiding in Plain Sight’ today, because I …

out with the old…

I escaped today… escaped my house, escaped the pending move, escaped reality.

Editing

Today is/was back to back editing. I still have more to go. I think I’ll hole up in my bedroom with my laptop for the evening to give myself a chance to get some work done. My brother, I’ve discovered (and probably mentioned several times already) becomes increasingly more distracting the more he tries not to be disctacting.