Lapses of lingy…

The Sands Of Change Are Here…

And a mind block has firmly erected itself in my head. Likewise my feet are stuck in the sand…and it is isn’t quick sand. I wriggle my toes, but that’s all I do, procrastinate all the while, procrastinate about what might have been and what could be. But every time I decide to take action the bile rises, inertia holds me back…

Voila…a decision has been taken…and fate has taken it for me. The dreaded deed is done. I have ‘goodbyes’ to bid, emails to email, commercials to close…sigh!, smile, giggle….scream yippee!!

I am floating on a cloud, an ephemeral cloud of ecstacy and freedom.

Freedom from deadlines.
Freedom from being accountable.
Freedom from predictability.

One month of reckless honesty and movement is refreshing to anticipate.

But first the fireworks will happen.

Let them. I am ready

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The Mouse Is Mightier Than The Pen!

Fate played a mean trick on me today. I was required to edit 2 pages of editorial monstrosity…with a PEN.

The last time I used a pen to do anything  more than sign my name was in 1999 for my Mass Communication exams. In this age of internet and PDAs and propective vacations in Mars, the last thing I thought my career depended on was a conflict between the pen and the mouse.

I was torn, crushed, humiliated to present 5 pages of scribbles and squiggles that are meant to be represenations of the English language in the written word. This incident was very distressing to my editorial sensibilities…sigh!

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