Integrity comes easier in the lush times. Client work remains steady; the coffers stay full. I experience the luxury of choice and can accept or reject a project without risking anything. In the lean times, integrity becomes difficult. Client work slows to a trickle; the pipeline echoes; and money exits the bank account without ever returning. I consider a questionable project, wondering whether to accept it. [Read more…] about Integrity through the Seasons
Archives for June 2017
How to Be a Better Writer: Write for Ten Minutes
If you want to be a better writer, exercise the writing muscles. Give yourself ten minutes in which to write. You could write anything but apply constraints. They force the muscles to stretch and grow. (They might hurt the next day, too, but pain before gain.)
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Alphabet Adventure: A is for Adventure
On road trips, when my brothers and I weren’t squabbling or being reprimanded for imaginary wars with passing drivers, we played games. “I Spy” lost its luster quickly. We spent more time with the “alphabet game,” perhaps because it took forever to get through all twenty-six letters.
Creative Missions 2017: The Story
Since Creative Missions 2017 marks only my second trip, I can’t say with certainty that every trip differs. This year’s trip, though, did not repeat the 2016 one. I spent the majority of my time authoring communication strategies and social media plans. The rest of the time featured some website content writing.
Creative Missions 2017 in Pictures
(Based on the Creative Missions photos shared below, we spent more time looking at mountains than working. We did work, but as I laughingly told a friend, “Who wants to see an Apple convention?” Plus, the mountains sprung up everywhere. I couldn’t go a block without getting a new perspective on them. Hence, many photos of mountains. The mountains constantly captured my attention, drawing attention to their terrifying beauty. In addition, I claim no small obsession with finding new angles to see and write about things.)
Running in the Fog
Every once in a while — this being Texas, after all — I run in the fog. The clouds visit earth and make the location their habitation. Fog tendrils drift and swirl, filling every nook, cranny, and corner of the clouds’ new quarters. Sometimes, the fog comes with a small force. It seems ghostlike and wispy, utterly transparent. I look out and ahead for a few miles. Other times, the fog brings its entire battalion. The surrounding world turns opaque, and I see only five to ten feet in front of me.