Day 1618

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

First day of summer.  Hot and pleasant.  Walked around SF during lunch, taking in the activity, the heat, the tourists.  Racquetball this morning -- just me and Steve, then Cliff, then T.  Work was slow, so I managed to squeeze in a few hours of writing, which was nice.  Two stories now.  I've had a year to settle into my role at HB and make my mark.  Now I can focus on stories for a while.  The ideas keep coming and there's no time to work on everything, so if I can just devote enough time to each little vision that pops up and move on and keep up the consistency and discipline, I guess that's all I can ask of myself.  Came home and strung my last racquet.  It took 80 minutes. 

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