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  • AS SOON AS I dragged my achy bones and my fuzzy head out of the sack this morning, I knew it was going to be a coffee-intensive day. For a guy who doesn’t drink alcohol, I felt as if I had the granddaddy of all hangovers (I do remember what those are, from my misspent youth).

    After I stumbled into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face, I put the pot on trusty old Mister Coffee with an extra-heavy charge of hi-test Colombian.

    Now that the caffeine has had a chance to work its magic, I am turning my attention to the huge pile of writing projects, which somehow keeps getting ignored in the face of … WHATEVER.

    Whatever, whatever and whatever,
    creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
    to the last syllable of recorded time...

    I have Book Two of a trilogy, which I started about 10 years ago, stalled a couple of furlongs out of the starting gate, with a 15-year-old protagonist trying to figure out what the hell his story really is. Since my publisher went out of business after (and I sincerely hope not because) Book One hit the streets, the project has run out of steam in more ways than one. Time to start stoking the furnace.

    So, that’s the story (so to speak) on the Great American Novel. I should only live so long.

    Then, I have the Soviet submarine story bits and pieces of which I have shared in this forum, awaiting more research, editing and tightening in preparation for taking another whack at online publishing. Right now, that sub’s sitting on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean somewhere between Kamchatka and Hawaii. Time to blow ballast and get underway.

    And that's today's ship's log for Soviet sub K-129 -- still submerged.

    Well, it’s Friday, and things are quiet at the office and on the home front. All I have to do is get to work.

    And then, the phone rings. My friend and client (and former mayor of the City of Reading, PA) has had a heart attack in Costa Rica and he needs a power of attorney e-mailed to his daughter, like right now. Oh, well, no rest for the wicked.

    But first, another cup of coffee…
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