Fried Gold

I have but a single rule to which I hold my management team. On Wednesday mornings, unless the fucking place is burning down, you leave me the hell alone. No phonecalls, no messages, no pages, nothing...unless of course the place is burning down, and then only if you can't put out the fire yourselves.

So today when my secretary calls me the minute she gets into the office I'm reasonably agitated. But instead of breaking my groove, it slid me right into another one.

See this business is mind numbing work, it absolutely stifles any creativity I once had. Part of the reason I took this job is so that I would have time to write, guess what I don't have time to do? And even when I do have time it takes me so long to get out of business mode I don't get anything written anyway. It's not like I can just flip the switch between the two anymore.

But from 7 o'clock Tuesday night to about 10 o'clock Wednesday morning I am a free man. And I know that doesn't sound like much but it's the most time I have off in a week. In those fifteen hours I find time to think. I find time to write. I find time to find me.

So when I get a phonecall interrupting that...I get reasonably agitated.

But not this morning.

I'm reading, I'm writing, I'm watching movies. The Darkness caught me hard last night, but this morning it's sitting pretty in my back pocket.

I'm walking that fine line between making a decision and having one made for me.

I'm writing the History, and coming to grips with the fact that I'm going to have to name some names...and tell you why I love them.

It's going to be tough, but if you can hang in there, it's going to be one hell of a ride...and it will have absolutely nothing to do with me.