Park Yourself

…out where few can find you. Where survival has the greatest appeal. Where your car can’t go.

Park yourself, not your car. Find yourself in desolate places with beautiful vistas on every hand. Out where influencers have no influence. Where it’s more evident how nature rules.

Sit still and let the beauty surround you. Let the beauty become you.

Turn under the sun. Once every hour, until you’re done.

Not baked, not fried, only done.

And when you return home, don’t forget the places you’ve been, remember them with your photographic memory. Recall them whenever you need a break from the crowded city streets, or from the onslaught of opinions and criticisms.

Right there where you parked yourself, in the quiet lonely places.

Harpoons and Doubloons

You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but we really did ride the torpedoes. It was inevitable for sure. You can’t invent something that rides the waves that fast and expect a man to stay off of it. No sir, you cannot.

Whenever you talk about servicemen (and women) of any kind, you have to understand you’re talking about those who are constantly looking for adventure. Naturally, if you show them a puddle of water, they’re going to want to see what’s in the puddle. They might even try to splash all the water out of it. If you give them something with a motor or a propulsion system, they’re going to want to drive it.

These were the guys I served with in the Navy.

The guy on the left was the craziest, and the most fun. He was always tapping on things. Drumming really, but we never realized it ’til later. At first, everyone thought he was infatuated with morse code. Then we all figured out his constant tapping was rhythmic. Once we knew what he was doing, we could tell he was an amazing drummer.

The other two were officers, so they mostly bossed everyone around. They were fun too, in their own ways. The one would dress up in yellow and black and demand we call him by his “stage name.” He was always reminding us to not stand too close.

It was a grand time, chasing waves, flinging harpoons, firing cannons, and collecting doubloons.

If you have the same sense of adventure, I would recommend it. If you’d rather stay home and take your adventure in smaller doses, you could try a nautical song I heard recently titled “Message In A Bottle”.

Inspiration to Write

Have you ever felt the urge to write a novel? Feel like you don’t have time for that? Do you think such a large project is too time consuming?

The average person types around 40,000 words in the form of emails each year.

Does knowing that statistic change your mind?

If you’re the frequent emailer of this statistic, you could easily write a novel in a year.

A decent novel is 40,000 to 70,000 words long. 90,000 and more words is professional level. If you’re starting out, you don’t need to aim for professional level. Aim for a moderate amount of words. Aim for that 40 to 70 K. This is a reasonable goal.

Here’s a good way to break that larger goal into smaller goals: write an outline.

Within the outline, break up the action/events into chapters. Make a goal of 20 chapters. If you then make a goal of 2,000 words per chapter, there’s your 40,000 words. Bam!

You may have realized already that you’ll have to do more than one chapter per month to achieve your goal within one year. Wowee zowee, that’s a lot! However, if you start out with two per month, you’ll be in fine shape. Don’t worry too much about it. The main thing will be to maintain any momentum you gain. Things can change in a year. Obstacles can get in your way. You might fall down. Your urge to write may wax and wane. There are as many ways to stop writing as there are reasons to start. Keep your momentum.

Another thing to consider is the time and place. Just like any healthy habit, you’ll need to schedule the time and reserve a location. Possibly you have time during lunch for writing. Maybe you have to block out an hour or four in the evening. Whatever the case, make sure you let others know you have a scheduled time for writing so you’ll have fewer interruptions. Find a specific place where you can either have the stimulation you need or the lack of stimulation, whichever helps you most.

Finally, reward yourself at intervals. If you get four chapters written in the first two months, give yourself some positive motivation. Writing rewards are different for every writer. Some go for chocolate. Others will buy themselves a new pen. Still others will buy themselves a new pair of shoes. Whatever thrills you.

Whatever inspires you—do that.


Encased in marketing chestnuts so hard as to need a hammer drill to escape.

But which hammer drill?

The top brand?

Recommended by four out of five?

A similar generic?

A cheaper, well-known brand?

Or will the need to get out require a much bigger lever? A much bigger hammer? Will the task require Mjolnir itself?

How long the m-junkies pile it on will determine how deeply sunk you are. How deep you are will determine how much power you need to get free.

If the sales machine gets any more repetitive, everyone will forget their own language, like in those moments when you hear a word and it turns to nonsense in your brain. Like when you find out Hi means yes in Japanese—except they spell it h-a-i—then suddenly two words don’t make sense.

When everyone forgets, no one will know how to even ask for a hammer drill, unless it’s in marketing terms.

Great value.


Advanced prime innovation.


When you were a child, you found the middle of the toilet paper roll fascinating. Maybe you sent a marble through it, or a Hot Wheels car. You might have even taped two tubes together and imagined they were binoculars. It was a simple thing, but it was limitless in your imagination.

Not long after, you upgraded to the paper towel roll. Longer than the t.p. roll, the tube in the center could become a spyglass, a telescope, a periscope, or a longer ride for your toy car.

Then came the day your eyes grew ten sizes bigger than normal. It was the day you saw the tube at the center of a roll of wrapping paper.

Your brain went crazy with ideas. It said to you, “Look at the size of that thing.”

You didn’t care about the wrapping paper that came before, which died at your hands for birthdays or possibly Christmases, when it was ripped and shredded and quickly discarded. What really mattered then was the giant cardboard tube which you discovered hiding in the center of the wrapping paper roll.

Whether you made it into a tunnel for your Littlest Pet Shop toys, or a Lightsaber, or a super long track for Hot Wheels, you knew this was the best present you ever had. It was better than many of the previous presents you unwrapped. And why? Because it fueled your imagination.

Isn’t it funny how some of the best toys were found objects? And wouldn’t it be funny if some smart parent wrapped up the wrapping paper roll tube to give that to you instead of the fancy toy?