I need one. Yes, I’m currently in the process of cobbling one together.

“A creative schedule? Is there such a thing?”, you might ask.

The short answer is… yes & yes.

The romantic notion that folk create out of thin air at their own whim and fancy is a patently false one. Creating is work and one has to treat it that way… at least if one is to get anything accomplished.

So, it includes things like deadlines. Yes, the dreaded “D” word. Without deadlines nothing would happen. Well, OK… a lot would happen… except for the work at hand.

There are two schedules  I’m in the process of putting together at the moment. The macro and the micro.

The former deals with the number of projects I want to accomplish this year. That magic number is 5. Ambitious, I know...

Her name is Melody Gardot. I was initially introduced to her music when one of her songs was featured in the soundtrack of something I was watching.

Of course, my first reaction was, “Is this the case of a ‘one song wonder’ or is there more?” I started searching and there was more… much more. “She’s the goods!”, as a friend of mine would say.

In my humble estimation her songs/compositions have a strong sense of melody (a facet that always scores high marks from me) and their delivery exudes just the right undertone of subtle tension to keep it interesting.

Personally I’ll admit to also feeling a “creative kindredness” because (like me… at least I’d like to think so) Ms. Gardot also explores and dives into different genres unabashedly while still retaining her own voice...

Perhaps the passage of time and the knocks along the way has something to do with it. Perhaps my tastes have widened with greater exposure. Perhaps the vim, vigor and absolutism of youth that raced through my veins has given way to the onset of early (male) menopause and senility.

Whatever the case… here I am.

Looking back, I was a snob about… well, everything. The arts, politics, decorum, and food… just to name a few.

I remember critiquing a dish an old girlfriend once made… while gobbling it up. It was a well meaning and constructive critique… but a critique nevertheless. Not exactly conducive to scoring romantic points for rest of the evening...

… for the last 3 nights. Not (as you might expect) in any sort of wilderness paradise… but on the sofa under the gazebo in my driveway. Romantic and adventurous, eh?

You see Chocolate (my dog) has been barking her little head pff at 2 or 3 AM in protest of the neighborhood cat who has taken to lounging in the easy chair located next to said sofa. So, I’ve taken to sleeping on the sofa to discourage any unfettered feline lounging and to pacify the dog. Ah, the sacrifices I make to keep the peace and quiet in the neighborhood.

Though with the weather warming up with the season I have to say the experience has been really quite pleasant. It is sort of like camping out. I never really paid much attention to the night sounds of the neighborhood...

Hey, at least I’m getting a post in before the month ends. I get points for that, right? Right??

Where months go this wasn’t a bad one.

Though I did get a bit of a fright yesterday when my main computer took a dump right in the middle of rendering video for a client. Not only did it take a dump but it wouldn’t load the operating system after said dump.

After several tries I was resigned to the possibility that my main hard drive had probably given up the ghost for good. It was at least 6 years old and the average life-span of a hard drive is between 3-5. Plus, I do give it quite the workout with  all the video editing that I do.

I just resolved myself to the fact that I would have to re-start the project all over again… and chalked up the last week and a half as a total wash.

What I d...

… of this blog yet again. I like this one… at least for the moment. It may still go through several evolutions before I’ve settled on a look though. So, you have been warned.

IN OTHER NEWS: I’ve shifted out of my winter routine and slid into the spring routine. Although I still wake at what a lot of folk consider to be the ungodly hour of 4 AM I now make a little time to tend to the vege garden I have going.(see… I told you there was change. lol.)

I like getting up early. I get a lot done. Plus, (for the most part) when the rest of the world in my time zone are starting their work day… I’m pretty much done with mine.

RANDOM THOUGHT: “tuck shop”. It’s a term I heard on a British crime series the other day. It’s one that I used growing up...

Over the last week I’ve had several sets of friends who are out of town on vacation. Yay! All the power to them.

All involved are seeming to have a good time. Good for them. Pictures and stories permeate the newsfeeds on commonly shared social media. Yet, there seems to be a stark difference in the tone of this “sharing”.

For one segment the sharing seems genuine… which in turn makes me happy that these folk are having a good time at their destination. For the other segment the sharing seems to be infused with a “gloat” factor… which in turn just makes me go, “eh”.

The differences are not as blatant as between, “Wish you were here with us” and “We’re here and you’re not”.  Though the sense of both does come through in the postings...