I love what I do for a living and being busy is certainly
better than being bored to tears. But today and this week and the next couple of
months are just going to be silly. I’ve three teaching trips and a major
project starting and, and, and…
The thing is, at sixty years of age and counting, I’m
finding it difficult to foresee a time when I druther sit contemplating my
navel than do something useful. At the same time, I can easily foresee a time
when I won’t want to be bound to a bus schedule or trip plans at others’ demands
as to time or doing work that is of value to someone else but not so much to
me.
Time to start thinking of a change. I finished my degree a
couple weeks ago and even with summer chores related to landscaping, I now have
evenings free. So I’m back to working on the book. The book I mentioned in an
earlier post.
I love writing and I hope it sells at some point but mostly,
I’m getting more and more into these characters and their stories. It will take
me a thousand hours plus to get the first draft ready for editorial readers and
it will be a great thousand hours. It will be spent in the company of some of
my best imaginary friends.
Some kinds of busy are just plain fun.
Yes, yes they are!
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