Some weeks are just mellow without much happening. Aside from being very busy at work, nothing really exciting happened outside the gate. There is a trend going on that I am grateful for and that is that the temperature is finally getting and staying cooler. Most of the days now the temperature never gets above 105° or so, at night we go all the way down to 70°. In the morning when I get up to walk Falkor it's only about 75°, which is a very nice climate in which to do your morning exercise.
On Friday, the doctor proclaimed my hand healed enough to take off the splint. Yea! Except for some stiffness in the middle finger at the second knuckle and occasional pain when I stress the hand, I appear to have come out of this okay. I start physical therapy after I return from my trip next week.
The last of my new employees has finally arrived. As long as no one else decides to take another job or move on, personnel within my office should be stable for the rest of my tour. This is a good thing, since the crew all seems to get along well without much drama or interpersonal relationship issues. They are also extremely good at their jobs, which will make my job much easier.
As I told many folks, when I wrote my book Three Paperclips & a Grey Scarf I was actually working on another novel but a different story kept playing through my mind. The more I toyed around with the idea and the storyline the harder it was for me to concentrate on the book I was supposed to be writing. So I stopped writing the original book and concentrated on writing a story that was torturing me.
Well, once again I find myself being tortured by another tale other than the one I'm supposed to be writing, so I have taken a pause once again and I am writing the story that will not leave my mind. I'm wondering if maybe this is how my writing style is going to be from now on. I sit down to write one thing, and instead produce something totally different and unrelated.
As I said, it was a slow week – – but sometimes those tend to work out just fine.
|Some weeks you are the Tiger, other weeks the baby Antelope. Then some weeks, nobody gets eaten.|