Was having lunch today at a local favorite restaurant. They've got these little signs on the back of their chairs advertising a local business or perhaps an artisan person. I saw one on the back of one chair for a training company that I used to know. I never worked for them, nor did I ever purchase any training materials from them. I never had that kind of authority for any of the companies I worked for. (Just a small cog in a big machine!) We attended many of the same meetings and conventions and had endless discussions about how to improve training.
It triggered something in me. Something I struggled with my whole life. Trying to fit into a group where I felt like I really didn't belong. I always took it personal, bur in reality, it was just business. Most of the people I talked to at conventions and meetings were sales people working on a commission. They had little time to waste on someone who didn't have any money to spend. So they gave me a little squeezy ball, or letter opener, or some other sort of trinket and I moved on to the next interesting booth.
Old history. I shouldn't dwell on, right? I should concentrate on writing about dragons.
Making some progress on the main storyline. Had to back up and add some details. The next week looks a little bleak for writing. I'm going into Houston Methodist for a Lumbar Catheder. The docs want to play with my spinal fluid and the pressure of the fluid on my brain, to determine whether or not I need a shunt to protect my brain from a possible stroke. Supposed to last three days, then I have two more days of infusion trying to repair the damage done by the neuropathy in my legs.
After all of that, we're going to see the grandkids for Christmas.
Dragon Revenge is moving along pretty well. The Horath War is about to start, so there's plenty to write about. I'm making some minor tweeks along the way... Hopefully they'll make the story better, and help the Great Dragon conquer the galaxy.
As always, thanks for reading!
Dave
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