It’s just been that kind of week.
Another week has flown by in the land of Vermont. We had a reasonable snow storm Wednesday – about a foot in town – which resulted in half the Orvis HQ office staying home and working remotely. I was the only one in my pod who showed up for work… it was like a reverse snow day.
Talk about skyrocketing productivity.
The week wrapped with a bang – lots of exciting projects and a plethora of writing on my plate. I am working on honing my creative production / creative drive flow at the office, and still stand in awe at the mind-jarring potential in a cup of black coffee.
I’m slowly digging out from the pile of freelance work – have not missed a deadline yet, and don’t intend to. The to-do list on the war board is slowly thinning, at least enough for me to feel okay about cutting out to hit the laundry mat today (first time in three weeks… bad chi.) I’m to the point of finally looking for a couple of large projects to come to life in print – always exciting after a six-month lead time.
Heard a rumor my feature “The Yellowstone Mandate” is hitting a few select news stands in the March / April issue of American Angler. Keep an eye out for it, folks. This piece has been rattling people since its infancy, and I am fascinated to see what the public reaction will be. (Judging from the two emails today from people who had just heard of the article, should be interesting.)
And there is always a running list of projects I need to pitch, stories I need to chase down. Developing freelance resources and contacts in this side of the country is well proving to be a full-time job unto itself.
Here’s to buckling down and getting it done. The heat is working (finally!) and I have a big mug of hot tea.
In other news, I have officially booked tickets for the Orvis Guide Rendezvous and “Down the Hatch” Fishing Festival in early April. Going to be there? Give me a shout and let’s catch up! I’m certainly looking forward to seeing some old friends, and am heading back up to old stomping grounds in Craig on April 6.
These coming two months are going to fly by.
I still wake up every morning and wonder where the hell I am. I was mapping a project this afternoon and stopped to just look at the physical placement of Vermont. Never in my wildest imaginings did I ever dream of living in the northeast. I feel very removed from my western home country, but in the end the adventure, the newness, is always a push that surpasses the pull of home.
And I guess it just goes to show, you should never say “never.”
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