Busy like a bee at the salt mine today

Yes, my friend down in the fairest Cape hit that nail quite squarely on its rounded head when she coined the phrase “salt mine” for one’s work place. For today, I returned from the dead only to find my daily schedule to be rather full.

Deadlines. This is what I work with. Daily. Hourly. And today, I shall be the Deadline Demon as I race against the clock to scribble out basic radio scripts and strategic platforms and other fun things like that.

Everything else has been pushed to the side. Not too far to the side though mind you. They need to stay far enough away that they don’t distract you as you speedily scribble away on your writing pad, yet close enough that you don’t forget that they have this little niggly line with a date that was etched by the hand of God herself.

So before my sharpened HB pencil sets fire to the page upon which I am scribbling, best I take a moment to ponder my existence.

Okay, moment taken. Now back to the grindstone. Time to scribble away. Ferociously.