Settled In

It’s been pretty quite here on the beach. A few passer-bys, the occasional squawk from children playing in the distance, and the roll of ocean waves on the sand a few blocks away. The weather has been kind, and the full moon, a welcome companion.

My work has mostly been consumed by various client’s projects, but that hasn’t stopped me from whippin’ out a few new riffs on the 7-string. I am well primed for, and excited about writing, so when the time comes to immerse myself completely, the cogs and gears will fall in place nicely.

Something that occurred to me today; I haven’t spoken since Thursday, and given the nature of my forced seclusion, I doubt seriously that I’ll be speaking anytime soon. Remedy 1) talk to self, Remedy 2) walk on beach and talk to anyone who will listen, Remedy 3) call 1-900 numbers and ask if I can talk instead.

A breeze is picking up and I was just invited on the back porch by a cold PBR…“coming my friend!”

Here We Go

Studio is setup, grass mowed, fridge stocked with beer and yummy veggie food...a few studio jobs to finish and I'll be ready to hit the writing hard.

Woke this morning and biked it around the beach for 7 miles or so. A hardy breakfast and straight to work. Stopped to check out the water (picture)...love the calm in the mornings.

Again, Few Hours Later

Almost there...

Studio side is a wreck though.

Home Stretch, for Round One

Carpet is in, few more strokes of paint. Then it's move in time.

Bernard

Look at this guy! Please tell me you eat spiders.

Hell Week...end

Getting ready for paint and carpet.

Remodel Update

Coming right along. Should be done with bathroom by the week's end, and maybe I'll jump right on the carpet. Woot!

Operation Clean Sweep

It's time we clean this shit hole up. New kitchen, new bathroom, new entrance. And if I have it my way, before May is up, we'll have new carpet and a new lounge, too.

We've waited a very long time to do this, and we are certainly looking forward to the changes...including, but not limited to, a cleaner work place.

So this is it. We'll finally be able to throw out more than a decade of puke, party, and who knows what else ground into to the seams of this relic.

Here we go!

What's Your Vector, Victor?

Don't much care where, but I'm athirst for its location.