The “Scheduling of Things”

Scheduling of Things…is a pain in the ass.

2,000 words

2,000 words down and almost done with that bit I was talking about yesterday. Another 2,000 words and it should be done...then onto the edits and stunt readers. It may not sound like a lot of progress, but it really is a lot of progress. Especially since we're talking...

Weary of being meat

That’s right. I’m weary of being meat.

Too damn long in a grinder. Too damn long feeling fibers pulverized and made shapeless. Give me grist and I will grind. Feed me bones.

The Tools

Time for a quick list of actual tools I use for writing. This isn't the "exhaustive" list...but it's the most commonly used tools and a couple of new tools I'm going to try out. I'll even include what they're used for. Remember, this isn't a template...it's just what...

Douche Hat

I need a douche hat…and a shitty car with a soup-can muffler.

While you’re giving me gifts, why not some mid ’90’s economy sedan with plenty of space under the hood for superchargers, turbos, cold air intakes and enough trunk space to stuff a few bass cannons so I might make my brain hemorrhage.

Meat and Pudding

Meat and Pudding, Pudding and Meat – Catch22! If you don’t power through one, you cannot get the other; it is known.

The recent past…in writing

Isolation

White Supremacists in the Full-Time RV community have forced me to deactivate my FaceBook account. Old friends are not really speaking to me right now. We have one car, so while Julie’s at work I’m land-bound.

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Remembering Ice and Cold

Remembering Ice and Cold

If I look at measures, I think in winters. Not moons, suns, stars or the ticks on a ruler or those of a clock. I recollect by the numb freeze of fingers and ears. Heavy feet in boots. The rhythmic puff clouds huffed out in blue-grey morning light.

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Living That Mobile Dream

Living That Mobile Dream…

Is now 90% real. A couple of months ago Julie and I made the decision to live fully mobile. We’ve rented our home, bought our 5th wheel (and accompanying truck to pull the damn thing), and started cleaning out most of the things we own.

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The Bus

When the shit hits the fan (which it will, promise), it is so much easier to blame the contractors than it is for employees to take the blame…even if the shit is obviously theirs. So, as a contractor, you get very attuned to the approach of The Bus.
You hear it’s rumble.
You smell it’s exhaust, long before the actual bus appears.

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The Failure of Analytics–Emotional Elections

The Failure of Analytics–Emotional Elections

THAT is why many people are waking up to a stark reality in America, and around the world as President-Elect Trump prepares to stroll into the White House. Emotion, not data, won the day.

Several months ago I stood in the dark parking lot of a closed gas station in small, south-central Utah town, filling a gas tank for that last stretch of a journey. Across the road an eighteen-wheeler pulled to a noisy stop and its driver climbed from the cab. He was proudly wearing a “Donald Trump for President” t-shirt. That moment was the emotional change for me because it created an emotional response in me.

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171.5

171.5
It could have gone (should have gone) much faster, been a cleaner process, but I’m a hired gun; I’m working in a team that is very unfamiliar with one another, and not every piece of our source material was ready–hell, some of it didn’t even exist! But, that’s why I was brought in; I know this stuff from the general to the most technical and I can teach it all, to anyone. This is going to sound terribly arrogant, but I am one of the very few people in the world who can do this type of work, on this scale, in this scope…on a world-wide stage.

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