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I'm predicting a close one. Seahawks 73, Steelers 7

Pittsburg QB Ben Shloshlisberger training hard for the Superbowl. Plans to celebrate a Steeler victory with a new camaro.
I grew up in Port Orchard, Washington, just a ferry ride away from Seattle. My high school football team played on the same turf the Seahawks played on. In the sixth grade we took a field trip through the Seahawks locker room. I watched the Kingdome implode from across the street. The Seattle police evacuated a mile radius around the dome but we snuck into an empty warehouse four hours before the detonation curfew. And while I'm not FANatic enough to pay $5k for a Superbowl ticket, I'll be rooting from afar. GO SEAHAWKS!


Speaking in Public vs. Rectal Exams


Okay, here’s your choice:

A) Giving a speech in a crowded room
B) Getting a rectal exam

A friend of mine confessed that he’d rather go with the rubber glove treatment. How ‘bout you? Does the thought of speaking to a roomful of strangers make you want to sing your lunch?

I’m one of those sick people that actually enjoys speaking in public––probably because I dreaded it so much as a kid. But I’ve had to do it so much over the years, either pitching clients, or doing press conferences at work, that it just seems normal now.

Which got me wondering. Do you think being an introverted person hurts the marketing of your work? Does being an extrovert help?

(And if your answer was C. All of the above--giving a speech in a crowded room while simultaneously getting a rectal exam, you have my deepest sympathies).


Rewriting: Step Three--brought to you by NyQuil

I made it home from Seattle just in time to come down with the flu. What a horrible way to spend the day (and night). Maybe it's the bird flu? I could be Patient 1 in a global pandemic. Thank heaven there's NyQuil––in the original Green Death Flavor. nyqui liquid.gif



Rewriting: Step Two

muddhoney.jpgI finally finished the reread and after a four-page timeline and about seven pages of notes, I dug into the rewrite. Lazily, I went through and fixed all the grammatical things first before actually adding, changing and chucking anything.

Then after gridding out about 90 chapters, I went back and highlighted the areas where I need to add or delete whole sections--about twelve areas for major improvement, and thirty areas for polishing.

And even though I'm looking at weeks of work I feel like I'm frosting a cake at this point. It looks good, and I get to lick the frosting off my fingers once in a while. Of course with that nagging insecurity that my beautiful cake is actually a mudpie. Damn those voices in my head. Who? Yeah you. Shut up.