In Which I Draw a Line in the Sand

Back in July I wrote about how the disk drive on my computer crashed. I replaced the drive and have been slowly restoring the software that I had installed on it before the crash. Today I finally got around to restoring the software that I use to write my book. It took several hours. One package, LaTeX, was so big that I had time to play my guitar while I waited for it to load.

I still have to restore my working files and check to make sure that they still produce the book like it was before the crash. This will mark a significant milestone for me. It will start the clock running again on my project to write a book. I have lost a month so I will push the goal back to the end of March. I’m not sure if that is a realistic goal but it will give me something to measure my progress against.

I wanted to go on record here in my blog about the deadline that I’ve set for myself. That way, I can look back and say that at this stage of the process I was this far along and I estimated that it would take seven more months to complete.

I am concerned about the amount of time that I’ve been able to allocate to work on the book. I am going to try to spend at least an hour a day on it during the week and five or six hours a day on the week end. I suspect that is overly ambitious but it is also what I based the March estimate on.


Sweet dreams, don’t forget to tell the people you love that you love them, and most important of all, be kind.

But Does This Mean I Have To Grow Up?

I have started thinking seriously about my goals. I have been living life on autopilot for so long that I have lost a clear sense of exactly what I want out of life. I started trying to enumerate my goals and discovered exactly how hard it is.

When I say I’ve been living on autopilot I mostly mean that I  have a good job that is interesting, pays well, and has good benefits. Consequently, things like shelter, food, health care, and a modicum of entertainment is pretty much taken care of. I occasionally have to pinch my pennies until the next pay check but I don’t worry much about necessities.

What I do worry about is the fact that I have lost sight of the things that I wanted to accomplish in life when I was younger. I have pushed them aside in favor of fighting the various fires that routinely arise when you are attempting to go about your life and raise a family. Now that my children are on their own and I have learned the basics of coping with day-to-day challenges, I am left pondering, what are my personal priorities?

After several false starts I came up with a small list of things that I want to do more. I want to play music. I don’t really have any great ambition to be famous or make money from it. Making money from it would be nice to the extent that it would help finance further projects but it would just be lagniappe.

Another thing I’d like to do is write. I am just starting to get to the point where I occasionally write something that I’m not completely embarrassed by. I would like to have time to devote to writing, both non-fiction and fiction, for more than a stolen hour here or half hour there. I realize that it takes discipline to actually sit down and take these opportunities when they present themselves.

I’d like to have the time and funds to occasionally travel. I haven’t done much traveling in the last several years and I miss seeing new horizons every now and then. I have had the yearning to revisit some of the places that I’ve lived in my youth. Places like Kentucky, Illinois, and Germany. I’d also like to see Great Britain in all her glory.

And finally, although it would be somewhat of a bus-man’s holiday, I’d like the opportunity to work on a programming project of my choosing without having to worry about schedule or budget or adhering to corporate standards or policies. I’ve always felt that programming was more an art than a science and after a career as a commercial artist, as it were, I’d like to address the more aesthetic side of the art.

This is by no means a comprehensive or even fairly detailed list of my goals. I’m still working on refining them. I have learned from experience that the more clearly you can envision something, the easier it is to manifest it. I’ve also left out the more intimate goals like spending time with friends and family. Consider this a first, skeletal pass at putting my goals into writing.

As always, pleasant dreams, tell the ones you love that you love them, and most important, be kind.