I’m waiting for someone with whom I risk to have a ‘fight’. Some unfulfilled promises that is costing us both money. I’m preparing the meeting in my mind.
Don’t get mad, I coach myself, smile. Continue reading When waiting pays
I’m waiting for someone with whom I risk to have a ‘fight’. Some unfulfilled promises that is costing us both money. I’m preparing the meeting in my mind.
Don’t get mad, I coach myself, smile. Continue reading When waiting pays
Today I had to sacrifice my dose of writing to business. Pregnant pause. It was a response to a Request For Proposal for travel agency services. Looking back at my day, I realize how different this sort of writing is. Continue reading Paddling for money
I was a pianist. As an existential statement that tells you a whole story. Although I was classically trained, I took to jazz improvisation when I was old enough to understand that the Beatles and the Stones were for adolescent kids with hormone highs. Continue reading Blinded by sight
Writer is bullied by his own work! Read it here! Well, it happened to me. I was writing a blog entry about waves of consciousness when the word ‘Three’ popped up on my screen. And again. Three. Like a stuck key, except that it was the whole word. Three. Three. Three. Continue reading Revolting words