Anyway

Things are just things these days. I bought a fountainpen on e-bay yesterday, a Pelikan. It looked very pretty on the net, so I put in a bid and won, as e-bay calls it. I wouldn't call it winning. I paid for it, so if that is winning my whole life is one continuous win. Anyway, the pen is being sent from Germany, so I should have it by the end of the week.
Physically I'm still improving, slowly but surely. I have been told to be patient and I try to be, but it is also pretty boring from time to time. Then I suddenly feel this great need to be impatient. As much as I can.
Doesn't get me anywhere, but what can you do.

25.09.06

Only managers need a mission, and a vision, because without one they don't know what they are doing. People with a real profession have no need for missions and visions. That is why managers are such lost souls.

Back & a little Better

So back in the Netherlands. It's alright, but I miss the space. I miss the time to do whatever it takes to keep getting better. I miss the house and the country. But apart from that I'm quite happy to be back. Getting a little better every day. Lining up meetings to discuss work. Yesterday I met with the first of a number of people who are interested in an option on the filmrights for Mister Miller. Not bad. Although the more I talk to people in the business the more I realize that I should really look much further and deeper into the possibilities. Maybe even make the first moves myself.
I already know I should, but I'm holding off.
Anyway, writing is still hopeless. I've given up trying since we came back. Maybe next week I'll try again. I must, I know. Don't want to get stuck in the sudoku's.

Almost gone

Friday today. Tomorrow is our last day here in Germigny. Too bad. I was just getting started again. I wrote ten pages in five weeks. Most of them in the last three days. The rest of the time I spent recuperating, which means peeling off wallpaper, sleeping, painting the walls, more sleeping, laying lino, still more sleeping, mowing the grass, and then mowing it again, and again, and again. August has been a real grass grower of a month, which is fine, but 2500 square meters of the stuff tends to keep you busy. No complaints. Time here has been exactly what I hoped it would be, except that I had hoped it would be even longer.
Back in the Netherlands work awaits me. And the doctor, of course. It's been two months since he removed my prostate and now he wants to see how I am doing. And I want to hear what he has to say.

Herr Miller?

Looks like "Meneer Miller" may be going abroad, to Germany. A small step for mankind, but a giant step for me (you have to keep these things in perspective).