Productive day, I suppose. I don’t really know how to describe what I’m feeling, honestly.
I did get an enthusiastic thumbs-up on my idea. Maybe that’ll be something I can try as a test-run on Wednesday, since I’m not working that day.
I think the tack I’m going to take to start is to select three stories, and do re-examinations on each of them, see if it matches what was reported a year ago.
We’ll see how it goes.
Though the tagline on this blog is “everything gets deleted, eventually,” I do know that it’s possible to go back and see what was going on.
Oddly enough, I just saw something I wrote on this day in 2014. Holy fuck was that a horrible situation. Essentially what happened is that I took a job that was not really necessarily up-my-alley. I needed money. There was a contract change underway, and they hired me as the junior person on the contract. My job really was to warm a seat.
Then they couldn’t reach an agreement with the in-place capture of the senior person for the position. They promoted me to fill the senior position. Without a single additional cent in salary.
It was awesome. After something like eighteen months in that mess, I left for something that was differently awful.
Whatever. It’s all over now.
On to other things….
I need to figure out a few more prompts for the next week or so. Hmmm.
Somehow I got on a mailing list — WordGenius. (Let’s not start with how I consciously try to avoid using overly-complicated words in my writing, but there are some interesting tidbits, to be sure. Recently, they had a post that included writing prompts.
These are not easy. Who is my favorite author so I can write in his/her style? Good question.
Anyway, there’s at least one I can attack…
Write Your Senses
Smelling: Nothing in particular. Perhaps some vague spearmint. And Dr. Pepper Zero Sugar
Seeing: The display on my PC.
Hearing: A podcast that’s currently recapping the Rittenhouse acquittal.
Feeling: Numb
Tasting: Dr. Pepper Zero Sugar
I really am not trying to throw out an ad for Dr. Pepper. I don’t have a sponsorship. It’s just what I’m drinking at the moment.
Eight more days.