To Post Up, Like In Basketball

I think the beginnings are the hardest.  Hence, diversions, digressions, dissonance.  Right?

Starting a project like this must come with the tests of the universe.  The kind that take us into our day-to-day lives and shred us into a thousand pieces.

I came back to work this week, and yesterday (which feels like a million miles ago) at 10:34am, the file server at Abbott crashed.  It crashed hard like a metal against metal on I-5.  It waited for my paternity leave to end, like a grandmother waits for her grandson to come home before dying of cancer.

I know...very morbid.  Sorry.

I am not sure where you are in your journey with Roald or Jonathan, but I sit here at the Triple Door Music Bar, waiting to pick up my will call ticket and sit to hear Jonathan Franzen speak.  Like Patty before her big basketball game, after realizing her personal life DOES have an effect on her professional career...

I am forgetting it all, relaxing until I must face it all again.  For now, literature, creativity, writing, and dance of fate upon my fingers on these keys.

I love this project and I will see it to the end.

May Ray Bradbury live forever.