This morning was a lovely example of why I hate urban living. The smoke detector in the hall of my apartment went off three times really early in the morning. Mom called maintenance who showed up at 5:30 am. Needless to say I was annoyed by the whole situation. It turned out that the battery in the device had to be replaced. Thank goodness for coffee, although I will drinking more of it later. Otherwise, everything is humming along at an even pace.
I recently came to the conclusion that I really love writing about architecture, historic preservation, urban planning and design a lot. I guess keeping a blog, historicpca.blogspot.com, snapped that into focus. It would be my dream job to get paid to write and research. I sent an email to one of my former readers regarding this revelation. Hopefully he can provide some direction for me. Minor digression, I'm listening to one of my favorite Police/Sting songs "Murder by Numbers." I love the dark humor. Anyway, back to my thought. I came to this epiphany recently. What started out as something to keep me out of trouble and out the malls has become something really enjoyable and therapeutic. I don't thing I was really ever cut out for a traditional 9-5 job. Not everyone is. I like the structure and the certainty of it but really it starts to get boring after the novelty of it wears off. Maybe I just get too restless. I think what appeals to me about the whole writing process is that I have the freedom to say what I need to say without filtering my thought. Getting paid for it would be great. I'll keep at until something sticks.
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