I admit it, I spoke too soon.
Last post I said I’d put up a killer article for Friday. My intentions were good, but my schedule wasn’t. Friday is over, and the egg on my face is already peeling off.
To be honest, I’m in Hawaii (Maui) with my beautiful wife simulating a second honeymoon. That agenda, too much sun and the World’s Scariest Almost Lost My Blog moment (see last post) conspired to make this something I couldn’t get done.
Oh, did I mention getting an offer on my house, to which we needed to counter, all of which involved about seven back-and-forth trans-Pacific faxes?
And it was my birthday. When your website crashes on your birthday, you question everything you know.
Tomorrow I’m on an airplane for 6 hours, and when you throw in the check-in time (if you’ve ever flown out of Maui you know what I mean, the security line alone is always about 300 yards long… and I’m not exaggerating), I have about an 11 hour day ahead of me.
So I’m shooting for Monday.
I hope you’ll join me. Because I’m going to blow a widely-accepted piece of conventional story structure wisdom all to hell.