There wasn’t a part of my morning that wasn’t bombarded by a part of my professional life. The bombs came through email, out from twitter, along from Facebook, and standing along my my desk – all in multiple forms. The phone even rang. That’s never good. I had to cajole, negotiate, insist, persist, pistol whip, [...]
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I had a good talk with my editor during lunch. Between bites of albino Velveeta heartbun tamales I pointed out to him that he’s become more than an editor to Books of Blues. He’s become part of the story. First off that means that I’ll have to share a higher percentage of profits of the [...]
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I”m not gifted. I’m not talented. Not today. Probably not tomorrow. Then again, I could be wrong. The family’s been around due to the MLK holiday. The normal peace and quiet didn’t enter into my day until late. I feel a little less in control on those days. But as I bantered back in forth [...]
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I’m on Southwest Flight 138 in Fort Myers, headed for Chicago w a stop in St Louis. And my judgment is skewed, subjected to my bittersweetness of leaving oldold man Finn, my love for my second home – Ft. Myers, Margaritaville – and claustrophobic barriers being pummeled by an unusual selection of self-centered passangers not [...]
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Ever since oldold man Finn woke up sick after our gulf-to-ocean-and-back road trip, I’ve been consumed by the question: “Legacy or Longevity?” In a couple hours, I’m going to go back into Book of Blues. I’m finally in uncharted territories. I know where’s it’s going. I know how it’s gonna end. But I don’t know [...]
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So I was falling asleep on the couch after dinner Saturday night as oldold man Finn watched The Lawrence Welk Show. An uncommon occurrence indeed. Somewhere ’round the end of “Huckabee” I woke up with a tune in my head. I thought the tune was played on The Lawrence Welk Show, but then I remembered [...]
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I woke up today still jazzed that oldold man Finn and I actually decided to roadtrip from the Gulf of Mexico to the Atlantic Ocean and back. How many times does that get to happen? I woke up today ready to write about the mushroom clouds of smoke and the apocalyptic haze we drove through [...]
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(Blues Forefather Son House in his classic rendition of “John the Revelator”) I finished writing chapter 2 of the Book of Blues Prequel. Because I took the name of the original Book of Blues and gave it to the prequel, it does feel like I’m writing the Blues Book all over again.
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Eight months ago, I was in Ft. Myers, Margaritaville, preparing to write either the Book of Blues Prequel or Sequel. Today, I’m going to start on the second chapter of the Blues Book Prequel. Still haven’t sketched either books, but I did sketch the outline of the chapter. The image in my head that starts [...]
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My rush of daily posts while in Ft. Myers, Margaritaville has sadly turned to trickle of thoughts spilt bi-weekly during stolen moments. It’s 11pm on a Friday night and I”m about to write web copy for a high-priority project that got dumped into my lap. Client web copy usually isn’t in my job description at [...]
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“Welcome back, Finn. We moved up some deadlines while you were on vacation. You can check your email later.” And like that, it was time to go headlong back into the grind. I tried not to let go of the feeling of still being in Ft. Myers, Margritavile. The task was made more arduous by [...]
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In a scary thought, weather isn’t delaying my long flight home. Mechanical issues with the first plane has backed me up 2 hours. Who made this flight up: Ft. Myers to Orlando to pick up passengers on the way to Columbus, OH, then a layover (now extended further) on my way to Chicago. Then, once [...]
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Finally made it to the local Mecca, Cheeseburger in Paradise. It was theraputic, enjoyable. I’m a sucker for outdoor dining to begin with, but put me within site of a flat panel tv so I can watch the NFL Wildcard games m me n oldold man are happier than pigs in slop. I got to [...]
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I’m getting too old to stay up so late writing. At least, when I want to try to get up the following morning and enjoy the sun and weather. And I failed miserably when I tried to get up early this morning. The problem with writing late in the night is that even when you [...]
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The pieces to the Book of Blues Prequel have been aquired. Now the trick will be assembling the pieces together. I wrote out another piece to the Book of Blues Prequel in that I-fell-asleep sort of way (the godd*mn WordPress App just lost 79% of this post. Ever have to write a document with just [...]
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