Packing the apartment is further along. We have two moving companies scheduled for Friday to come out and provide estimates.
Managed to run errands yesterday and this evening. After success in a back to school drive, our management team at the corporate gig gave us two hours off. It was definitely needed. The rest of the week I should be able to come straight home and buckle down.
The extra time was spent conveying books culled from my partners work library to the Half-Price Books mothership. My will power is supreme, for I actually managed to leave without the acquisition of more reading material. Sorely tempted by a Cthulhu coloring book, really.
My partner is away right now, it was a conversation with her which led to tonight’s poem. It will be September before we see each other for any length of time again. Plenty to keep me busy and out of trouble. (as if!)
The phrase kept running around in my head after our conversation:
“How gems of a moment can bring perspective to the kaleidoscope of events which form the picture of our lives.”
so a poem had to be written. A realization today may spur another poem, or may a bit of flash.
“Conference rooms are the office chair equivalent of the elephants graveyard.” Not sure what will happen to it but should be fun.
Tonight I worked on the next story for Captain Hazzard, adding about 500 words. A small volume, for which I am happy considering the time spent. This story is going to require more research. Some time this evening was well spent reviewing effects of high frequency sonic waves on the human body and how to counteract harmonic frequencies. Glad I have decent math skills. Everything about the story is set fairly well in mind, except the villain. Really have not solidified the villain yet though I’m certain that will come.
And somewhere in all this I have a book to read for a newsletter. I will be writing a monthly spotlight column. I do not have enough details to share more than that, but stay tuned. I promise to let you know where to find it.
And this is the point I should truly cease my rambling and bid you a good night.
Thank you for reading,
Ernest
When My Worlds Collide 