Behind in my NaNo

project. Have to write tonight…. Begging the story, my story, to make me write tonight.

Soon leaving for Corte Madera. Opportunity for new business and speaking Sonic, and have people be aware of me and my words.

Latte at home, fans still going drying out the ceiling from upstairs leak. Surprised how that happened, a bother, but teaching me more into homes and real estate, how homes are built and properties and their value… someone’s home, the beaming gravity of such.

I’m not too old for new interests and pursuits, no?

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More awake, with this most recent cup.  Focusing on bay of contacts, the “funnel” as some would say.  The agency itself.  Will be out in field tomorrow, and the intent is only to say hello.  That’s it.  So, no pressure, no angst, nothing in that spat.

Writing plan for Agency, listing all industries associated and targeted.  And, how to sell Sonic or speak Sonic for purposes of alliance and alignment.

4:28pm.  Have EOD email cued.  Much more awake now, much more.  Ready for class and the week that approaches.  Desk cleaned, tremendously.  Thinking about tonight’s class, and how to approach.  One idea, the students and encouraging them to know each other better, to take notes on each other, get contact info, what be….

Sent wife a ‘Love u’ text.  Just cause I felt like it, aiming to be some kind of a respectable husband, I don’t know.  I’m not bad, actually I think I’m pretty a-bit-above-average.  Always looking to improve.  In everything.

No appointments set today, except for IT guy in Novato.  Will get appointments tomorrow, I’m sure.  Day 1 of Month 3, not unsuccessful, but not what I wanted.  Writer in a tech company, still learning.  That’s known though, already, right?  I’m learning, and will be in that “curve” for a while I’d imagine.

4:33.  I could leave now, but will stay till the 5-time.  Just to be in my place, my quarter of idea generation.  OH, follow up on re-terms tomorrow.  All of them.  Or wait.. not sure.  No, touch all of them.  Brief communication, no long emails and NO calls.

Started a document where I’m writing out the whole being and breathing of the POZ Agency.  Not going to re-write it here, but  there’s something taking shape as direction connection and not so extended extension of this AE angle.

And beyond that, what is there to write.  I’m writing, typing to somewhat have time pass but hoping something else surfaces, in my addiction to production.  Not just productivity.  I use that “tag”, but not ‘cause I want to.  Just in hopes more will see it than if I didn’t have it attached.  That’s about the extent of the pragmatism.

Want a glass of wine, something red.  Or white.  No idea.  Something, though.  Write lecture at writing spot, on Mendo.  Start with students, end with them.  With their ideas, their observations in Road, and what they did today.  Where are you, what are you doing… that whole approach.

Making sure everything connects, through movement.  Not so much direct and immediately visible identity, but with the unsaid presence.  Just scribbled that in new set of little pages.  Have to keep moving, stay in the chair and continue with my composition, my read of this desk, this office.  How I read clients and prospective clients, my production.  Proving to self that I’m moving.  Wrote that down as well.

New connection, in leads group, showed me how he writes letters to prospective clients, narrates his story, what he does and can do for them.  Just remembered that, the picture he sent me of each missive in a stamped envelope, ready to go out the same day.

Me, ready to leave office for campus.  Much more awake, and seeing more intersect.

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Day 9.  About conviction, about defiance, about all of us finding what we’re searching for.  Coltrane playing me and eased track.  Didn’t record my spoken word piece yesterday.  Was distracted by that bottle of Inspiration Syrah, the quiet of the house, and thoughts of writing about the wine industry.  When in my office, I see such a book taking shape, in not much time either.  Citing everything from the ridiculous pay, to the overwhelming focus on anything but get wine, to patterns and posturing from those patterns.
A truck passes me on 128.  Hate typing on my phone, but this is what I have currently.  Hoping for a day not at all busy.  Not at all preoccupied with the winery making its number for the month, but more my sanity, my sentences, this project and others.
This week in the office, I’m going to loudly and communicatively accelerate all movements and sights.  Why can’t I be the highest selling AE in my first year?  There is no law or rule or policy prohibiting such.  Actually, Sonic is the atmosphere that enables and emboldens such a progression to take place.  Whatever we do for work, we need not only make it our own, but have it teach us and be a measure of effort.  We should always seek to against ourselves compete.
Bed early tonight.  Wake at 5, 4 if you can.  At the end of 100 days, there will be a visual of such altitude, such attainment.  If I’m not the highest earner, I’ll have shocked everyone with what I’ve done.  Make calls, SET APPOINTMENTS…. just say hi.  Forget about return, certainly immediate return.  That’s a foot shot, I’ve learned, and an error the wine industry continues to seemingly want to make.  And I e never figured out why, why they expect such instant transaction and metrics ascension.  I’ve given up trying to learn, now focusing on my Sonic story and sense of new sense and story, character.
This writing spot, little spacious and sizeable inlet, used to write here in 2012 as I mentioned, and later in 2017 when working at the Foley camp.  Now, story is different.  Not at all fearful to question and defy regularity and policy, not that I was before.  But Sonic has shown me that one idea can prove purposeful and provide a purpose which pervades till your final day.  Such is now, such is me, such is my poetic and newly purposed immediacy.
What do I want from the day.  Peace.  Ideas for this week.  Ideas on growth, branding and rebranding but more than that…. CHARACTER.  Story.  Life.  Revolution.  Start acting like a revolutionary, I said to myself and some other people at Sonic a few months ago.  Today…. watch.  And won’t do so with malice or a burn-bridge intent, but to have my identity known.  For all in contact with me, not just for me.  If I’m not making sense I apologize….. you’ll see what I mean, shortly.

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