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.
Reading this on my kindle:
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.
Reading this on my kindle:
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