Working Late

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Once more, the quiet has allowed me to catch my breath and re-focus. I had 30 emails waiting after the last meeting, all with a variety of urgent requests. No work…just answered emails.

Sometimes I remember when I had my first email account…believe it or not, it was in the mid-80s, before graphics and IE, when everything was still black and white (or green and black…), back when I had to walk 15 miles in the snow to school…oh, wait….

The point is I used to hope for email. Many days now I hope for NO email, just so I can get caught up. That’s one reason I like the night, and the hours when most people are asleep. My creativity comes back to life and gnaws on my neck, reminding me what I’m REALLY about.

And one thing I’m about is making things work–the writing, the numbers during the day, the relationships needed to smooth the details. The other day, I was handed a project that had gone awry and asked why I thought it had…truth is, I didn’t care why it had gone wrong…I only want to know how to make it right again. Blame is a strange, strangling exercise. Instead, find the solution.

Which is one reason I write suspense (I like finding the solutions). And why I urged everyone I knew to go vote. Vote and write and speak up. I used to be a news junkie, but I don’t have as much time anymore…so I gave up the foreign papers for a few online sites. And all of it makes me truly glad I’ve missed very few elections since I turned 18. Not all of us are cut out to be politicians (I know I’m not), but I’m a firm believer that if you see it going wrong, do what you can to make it right. And if you see it going right, do what you can to keep it that way.

I’m rambling and I need to get back to work. Right now I’m trying to find a solution to a lovely little story about a woman and her shovel.

Yes, shovel. It’s for a contest. If it doesn’t win, I’ll posted it here, so you can see the bizarre way my mind twists when I’m waiting for election results….

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