12-30-24

Another day in this extended New Year of mine.  New project… at the end of ’25, I’ll be smiling.  I’ll be freer than free. And, to be honest, in a position of great wealth.

All with my Nurse, writing our story.  10:40…. In office.  Proposal hopefully sent out today, making this an agency.  New attitude and walk and Beat, language.  No more jobs, I voice-texted SELF on the drive over.

Need more coffee…. 20 quests for ’25, not so much goals, but QUESTS.  Roads, travels, books, and that’s how I see them.  Writing the book, THE book, on 20 ideas, quests, new characters in the Mike Madigan manuscript.

Making calls now, about to get lunch out of the way.  Up to TEN quests.  Not rushing into the next ten.  Once they’re written that’s it.  No more.  And only one draft.  That’s another quest, but unwritten, for ’25, write more freely.  Carelessly even.  Write and don’t edit or apologize and disregard the eyes of some.  I see them only as dumb.

One of the final AE’s in the office.  Not leaving till I figure this out, all of it.  Crack the code, build the agency.  Writing it into real, that simple.  Deciding to get out in the Field Thursday, and possibly Friday but not sure with the kids on break still.

11:54, and getting restless.  Leaving in a second to drive around in territory then work from loft.  Packing up…. Essay ideas circling in head, drowning out and pushing away noises around me, fruitless conversations over phone or however.  Need to get out of here.

Leaving now.  Needed.