The Craft and the Pitch

The first week as a student since Galway almost in the books.  Quite the time, and significant progress being made as techniques known only intuitively come more firmly into view.  All is very well in the initial focus on the "craft" - such a lovely word befitting the prime users of them. 

The pitch came together nicely too, and will in turn serve as a solid foundation for the book proposal when it comes.  The job for September will be to write up the Antarctic story, followed by Philadelphia, and all of a sudden you will be about 25% of the way there including the moose.  9 seems a fortuitous number for a collection, with prologue and epilogue thrown in for good measure.

A wondrous outcome, to be honest.  A potential title, deeper ideas and thoughts on themes and digressions, recommended readings, and a sense of confidence that you are, to quote a motivational speaker, "on the right track."  As much as I could have hoped for in this mid-life journey at this point. 

Still not sure how to get away with Arsenal v. Spurs, but let's do it anyway, damn the consequences.  You will find a way to carve out the time, you only need to look for it in the right places.

Other thoughts since the glorious celebration of Black Tot?  What an evening - the swim, the sunset, the toasts.  All in order.  Handwritten letter sent and some classic paddle boarding at Mush-a-Mush.  Perfect to get the kids all in the hammock for the memory photo, and then get dropped to school on the first day by the Venza.  Add to that the Arsenal signings in this transfer window, and the fall is shaping up pretty magically.  Let's have it.