So we swing around to Twenty- Ten. (Yep that’s what I am calling it). No more excuses. I am going finish that novel. Too many reasons I have given myself concerning time- or lack there of.
I am going to have Hephaestus forge some time for me. I hear him slamming his hammer in the dark, with the heat and sweat. Sparks flying from the cold metal hammer as it strikesinto molten metal, making time more malleable for me to use. It will happen. I will do it.
So on the paid book front- finishing the coaching, then starting onto the beer. Now how many people can claim that? I can go into microbreweries, sit and talk about hops, drink me a pint and call it a tax write off. It is research, right?
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
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