Viva Las Vegas!

I started out embedding photos, then decided to go for the gusto in true Vegas style. Here’s a video montage of sights and sites from our four-day stay in Las Vegas.

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Petty Magic, by Camille DeAngelis


If you’re in the mood for a little enchantment, I encourage you to read Petty Magic by Camille DeAngelis. This book has it all: romance, espionage, travel, intrigue and a dash of magic.

Eve, the 149 year old protagonist, has the (perhaps) enviable ability to shed the effects of her advanced years and step out on the town with the vigor and visage of her youth. This, like most of the magic she practices, appears to be of the “no harm, no foul” variety. But alas, it’s impossible to carry on such fun without risk and eventually her series of one-night-stands leads her to the charms of Justin – a young man reminiscent of someone from her past. With Justin, everything changes.

Jonah, her one true love was killed in the line of duty while they were serving together behind enemy lines during World War II. Now, all these years later, she falls in love again. Could Justin somehow be Jonah? They seem to share so many traits. Eve struggles with her feelings for Justin and her memories of Jonah, as well as the reality of her May/December romance.

Woven through the love story are tales of mysterious disappearances, murder and politics which plague the secret society of beldames and their beloved mortal men.

The memoirs and confessions of Miss Evelyn Harbinger, Temptress and Troublemaker, as told by Camille DeAngelis, is sure to charm and delight.

I would like to pass along my delight by sending a copy of this book (value = $24) to the winner of a random drawing. But some magic is necessary: 10 readers must comment on this post, then a winner will be selected.

WE HAVE A WINNER! Kathryn, please claim your prize! Send your mailing address to hartfg*at*gmail.com

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Famous Last Words

“I don’t think I can do this.”

“Put on your game face. You’ll be fine.”

“John, I know tenure is important to you, but I don’t think I can spend all evening with the faculty and their spouses, pretending there’s nothing wrong, expecting to avoid suspicion. Won’t it be worse if it comes out here?”

“This won’t be the first affair disclosed after a few drinks.”

“An affair with another man…?”

“You’ve got a point. If it comes up, act like it’s the most natural thing in the world.”

“If you say so.”

“After you, my dear.”

This 100 word challenge post.

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For the Love of Strays

She watched the man swing a denim-clad leg behind him, dismounting his Harley.

“Steer clear of him, Sandy. He’s a wild one. He’ll break your heart.”

The voice took her back to the day her mother came home and found her proudly sitting on the porch steps with a stray cat at her feet. It had taken her all afternoon, a trail of bologna pieces and a saucer of milk to get him this close. She stroked his back, her patience rewarded.

At her mother’s words he darted away, gone forever. She still missed him.

(This is a 100 Word Challenge response.)

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Don’t judge me, please

If you follow me on Twitter you might have caught the unusual tactic I applied to keep myself focused during the final days of NaNoWriMo: I applied tattoos. I started with the NaNoWriMo shield on my left forearm. This proved to be both fun and effective. I applied the first one on November 23rd. Then on November 28th I applied “1,667” to my right bicep: my incentive to get my daily word count average above 1,667 per day (the minimum needed to reach the 50k word requirement to qualify as a winner). On November 29th I was staring down the final words to reach my goal, so I applied a third tattoo: “My Novel, by Me.”
If you read my post on the subject you know I’m not taking credit for writing this novel (to God goes the glory!) so I hid this tattoo someplace relatively discreet, over my heart. November 29th also marked my return to the office, ending my week-long holiday.

Then began my adventure as a woman of body-art, tats, suburban ink, stain, mystery and intrigue. I was asked more than once about what kind of wild antics I’d been up to over Thanksgiving. I enjoyed the reminders: I am a novelist. I wrote a novel. I’ve had many opportunities to tell people about it, because the bolder of my co-workers ask.
But there are others who do not ask; whose eyes dart to the tattoos and then back to my mundane visage. They try to make sense of what they’re seeing. Did this business woman, an engineer no less, did she really get a tattoo? And what does it mean?
Last week, I went to a meeting with a bunch of stuffed shirts. The attendees were marketing, but also the CEO, CTO, COO and CFO of a small Austin firm. I was privileged to sit in on a deal as it was brokered (the outcome is still pending). And there I sat with my tattooed forearms. And they, of the darting eyes, trying to reconcile the body art with the rest of the package.
The next day I deleted Tattoo #1. It was looking very weathered and starting to erode. Two tattoos remained.

On Sunday I wore a top that didn’t quite cover the “My Novel” tattoo; there I was at church, with a bit of green ribbon peeking out from under the neckline of my shirt. Awkward! Again, darting eyes gave away the natural interest. Who wouldn’t be curious? I’ll give credit to the wonderful people I worship with – my necklace received many compliments.
This week brought a cold snap and a visit from my boss (in from Taiwan). I decided it would be best to hide the body art, but discovered my long sleeve shirts all have low necklines. I decided to rid myself of the tattoo over my heart. My boss left this morning, non-the-wiser.
Today, I boldly bared my “1,667” tattoo and again received multiple comments and questions about its origin. I’m impressed with how well these temporary tattoos are holding up, and how authentic this one continues to appear.
I’ve kept this tattoo around for a couple of reasons: 1) I enjoy telling others (and reminding myself) that I’m a novelist and 2) I don’t want to let myself off the hook. I’m supposed to actually read, edit, re-read, etc. this novel. I have another tattoo left to apply, which is my final reminder to get cracking on the post-writing part of this journey. If I don’t get busy soon I may well apply the last tattoo to the side of my throat.
I’ve learned a few things from this whole experience:
  • There aren’t too many people in my work environment with tattoos, despite the fact that Austin, Tx (in general) is a very liberal, live-music-capital-of-the-world tattooed/pierced kind of place.
  • Tattoos are fun and a little distracting.
  • I have enjoyed the outward/visible sign that I’m different, but I’m glad it’s not permanent.
  • It can be awkward to have people stare at my body art (or even just try to catch a peek).
  • I’ve enjoyed telling people about my novel.
  • There’s just as much risk that I’ll come under judgment as a Christian fiction author as I will for having tattoos.
  • I’ve always said I have no interest in getting a tattoo, but that is no longer a true statement.
  • I suspect I’ll miss having tattoos.
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Are you a Coach, a Mentor, a Leader or a Manager?

In the world today, everyone is someone – at a minimum, you are your own boss. I don’t mean in the sense of owning your business; I mean in the sense of how you manage yourself. Whether you like it or not, you are responsible for your own actions. You’re accountable for the decisions you make. How well are you managing yourself? Seth Godin recently wrote a post that suggested the odds are that you’re doing it poorly.

Here’s a summary of the fundamental differences between the roles of coach, mentor, leader and manager:

Coach A person who trains (athletes), tutors (students) or instructs (performers).
Mentor A wise and trusted counselor or teacher. An influential senior sponsor or supporter.
Leader A guiding or directing head, as of an army, movement or political group.
Manager A person who has control or direction of an institution, business, organization. A person who controls and manipulates resources & expenses.

The differences in practice can be subtle:

Managers are individuals assigned to a specific role with defined scope, typically paid to fill that role, and responsible for the day-to-day operations and expenditures of that organization. Not all managers are effective leaders. Ideally, managers are accountable for the decisions they make.

A leader in an organization can be identified as the person that everyone tends to follow. This may not be an organizational (assigned) leader. A friend of mine worked for a local school district. She told me about a teacher that all of the other teachers’ turned to during difficult discussions. The teacher always provided sound input and her guidance was typically followed. Then the school district “put her in charge” (i.e. made her a manager) and she turned into a hated dictator. The school district quickly returned the teacher to her previous role. Had they taken the time to invest in her leadership skills they might have enjoyed a different outcome.

Leaders are not necessarily accountable (if they are not also the “manager” for the organization); a series of bad decisions or a change in conditions might cause a leader to fall out of favor or get left behind by an evolving organization.

A mentor is also a go-to person. This is an individual whose experiences and reputation make them a great source of advice. They’ve learned from their own mistakes & successes, as well as from others and they’re able to distill those learnings into practice and useful advice. Wisdom, a key attribute of a good mentor, can best be judged in hindsight. Does an individual’s decisions (and advice) generally turn out well? That track record builds a person’s reputation as a wise and trusted counselor and grows his or her sphere of influence.

The advice and opinions offered by a mentor are generally of the take-it-or-leave-it variety. A mentor is not likely to be held accountable for the failure of others, although they might credit themselves with another’s success.

A coach has an area of expertise or interest and a particular talent in helping others within that area. Not everyone with expertise has the ability or inclination to coach. You don’t have to be an expert in an area to coach.

A year ago I began a workout routine. Over time I became increasingly more proficient with my Wii-Fit exercise. A friend suggested I begin to run, but I laughed, argued, made excuses and generally avoided running. Soon my friend became my coach. Before I knew it I’d run in my first 5K. She’s not a professional runner, but she has useful experience running in 5K’s and she wanted to see me succeed. She encouraged me. She gave me tips and suggestions. And she cajoled me into finally signing up and participating in a 5K. She effectively coached me, mentored me and led me through the process of defining and meeting a specific goal.

It’s great to have someone in your life that can help you succeed but sometimes that “someone” must be you yourself. I’ve recently come to appreciate the need for me to be that person for myself. As the head of US-based operations for a Taiwanese company I rarely see or hear from my boss and when I do, his input does not typically take the form of constructive feedback, mentoring or coaching. I can choose to be a victim, remaining stuck in old behaviors or I can identify opportunities for my own improvement, set personal goals and develop action plans for bringing about the desired changed. I also have to find ways to measure progress and hold myself accountable.

I am in the process of managing myself: I have the assigned responsibility and accountability for being the best me I can be. That means I have to move from the role of “Engineering Manager” to “Director of Operations”, which carries more than just an increase in responsibilities. I need to define goals for the team and strive to meet those goals in an ever-changing climate. Failure could mean the demise of the organization (i.e. closing shop and handing out pink slips). While that may be an extreme view, it keeps me motivated to outswim the sharks.

I am in the process of leading myself: I am an avid follower of Michael Hyatt, Chairman & CEO of Thomas Nelson Publishers. His blog is sub-titled “Intentional Leadership”. He regularly posts tips that are useful for leading, mentoring and coaching oneself and others. I am choosing my path.

I am in the process of mentoring myself: I’m paying attention to the leaders I consider effective, and those I don’t (i.e. “what not to do”). I have a stack of management & leadership books (some I’ve read before, some not) that I’m reading with a fresh eye. As I read I’m thinking about how I interact with others, but also how I interact with myself. I’m identifying a few key areas for improvement and focusing on opportunities for immediate change.

I am in the process of coaching myself: I’m setting goals, defining expectations and deliverables, and most importantly I’m devoting the time needed for these efforts. I’m encouraging myself, cajoling and pushing and striving for continuous improvement.

I am a proponent of intentionally leading myself, how about you? Are you ready to take the initiative and be accountable? Think about these questions:

  • How do you set goals/expectations?
  • How do you measure progress?
  • How do you give yourself feedback?

These are key elements in effectively learning to manage yourself to success.

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Still working on finding balance

This weekend has been incredible. I can’t remember the last time I managed to get so much done in the space of 2 days. I’m quite sure that managing myself through a to-do list is a large part of what got me here (“here” being “exhausted and ready for bed at 10pm Sunday night”).

Confession: I’m still working on Day2 of the to-do list. I couldn’t get everything done. I did get *most* of it done, though.
Truth be told, I’m satisfied with what I’ve accomplished. I’m delighted to sit in my clean office. It’s so much more relaxing than the engulfed-in-clutter condition it was in. Ditto for my bedroom. Feng shui is a marvelous lifestyle.
But…I didn’t exercise at all this weekend. Despite writing “go for a run” on both days of my 2 days of to-do’s, I did not go for a run.
I’ve cleaned house, read, practiced piano, invested in some Bible-study, done laundry, gone to church, written blog posts, commented on other blogs (could’ve/should’ve/would’ve done more of that) and spent effort cleaning up our sunroom. Oddly (or maybe not, considering the amount of bending, lifting, trotting up/down stairs, etc), I’m sore as if I’d exercised. But I didn’t actually exercise. So…this week I vow to get in at least 3 workouts.
For now, I’ll bask in the afterglow of what I did accomplish this weekend. Here are the before/after photos of the sunroom. Yes, darkness fell while I was working. In the morning, I’ll be able to enjoy my quiet/prayer time here. Alabaster is setting a fine example (on the ottoman) in the “after” photo.


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Jake’s Feast

“I’d like a pizza with everything,” said the gruff voice.

“Including anchovies?”

More gruffly, “I said everything didn’t I? Of course, with anchovies.”

Later, the gruff voice came in to pick up his pizza. The voice matched the man; tall, thick and unshaven.

He arrived at the game well before the dealer opened the first deck of cards and shortly before the players took their seats. “Pizza’s here.”

“Not with anchovies, I hope.”

“I like anchovies.”

“You’re the only one.”

“So pick ‘em off,” because he knew better. “Leave ‘em behind for Jake.”

And so the cat feasted.

(This is a 100 Word Challenge response.)

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Bookends

November 2009 and November 2010 sit like bookends on opposite ends of a year, bounding another transitional period of my life. Most of the world lives a cycle that starts in January and ends in December but I, perhaps because it is the month of my birth, seem to define my years starting and ending with November.

On November 1, 2008 I began a new life. From that date through 2009 I effectively ran the US-based engineering operations for my Taiwanese employer, a supplier for my former employer (MFE), operating out of MFE’s building, working with most of the same people I’d always worked with at MFE, just paid for from a different coffer. My boss was a new element, though. He had no real experience with MFE and was a lame duck in the immediate situation. I spent most of ’09 doing his job and my job. As the year drew to a close, I’d had enough. I was ready to quit.

I spent November ’08 blogging every day as part of NaBloPoMo. In the year spanning Novembers between ’08 and ’09 I wrote over 300 blog posts (between A Mother’s Angst and Our Own Oasis). I began to imagine a different life. A life as a Writer. An Author. And with that in mind I spent November ’09 writing a novel as part of NaNoWriMo. Immediately after finishing (68k words) I headed to China on business. I’d barely recovered from jetlag when a twist of fate (karma, the almighty justice of God) eliminated the era of my old boss and put me in charge of the US-based operations.

In January, 2009 I became the Acting Division Director of an engineering organization. So, I did what any aspiring author would do. I started a 3rd blog. This one. One intended to chronicle my experiences as a leader. A site where I could share the wisdom gained through painful experience. Or something like that.

That’s not exactly what happened. I’ve posted about a dozen times on this site. Ironically my first post was a list of all of the books I wanted to read this year. I’ve read 2 of the books on that list. I’ve read other books, mind you…but it’s a sad reflection of my ability to be intentional.

In total, counting all three blogs, it seems I’ve posted a grand total of somewhere around 50 times in the last year. Compared with the over 300 the year before. Sure, I’ve been busy. Sure. Yes. I’ve been busy. Unh-hunh…yeah.

To my credit, before this year I’d never run in a 5k and this year I ran in 3. I spent the better part of the year absorbed in a battle with physical fitness. On top of that, my husband & I celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with a ceremony/reception. We went to Hawaii. And I started playing the piano again (referring to my efforts to diligently practice). On the work front, I’ve made 2 trips to Taiwan. I manage Payroll and Benefits and IRS {shudder} things I don’t want to talk (or think) about. I publish bi-weekly operations reports. I’ve hired some, fired some, laid off one and lost (through attrition) other key members of a relatively small team. It’s been quite a year.

And then came this November. After my August post about my workaholic ways I’ve been diligent in my efforts to push away from the office and my compulsion to log into e-mail afterhours, etc. And somehow life filled the void. That’s not a bad thing, but it’s not…intentional. There’s no discipline in busyness. And so, in mid November, I cracked down and finished my second novel.

Which brings me to the point: this year I intend to be intentional. I’ve recently developed some marvelous habits. My inbox is under control (Alleluia!). I am taking time every day to peruse news of the industry. I am training myself to act like a Director (more on this later).

My theme for the next 12 months is “Boundaries & Balance”. I’ve got to say “no” to some things so I can say “yes” to others. I plan to use this space for mentoring myself and holding myself accountable. I hope you get something out of it.

Do you have a natural rhythm? Is your year bounded by the calendar or your birthday or something else altogether?

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In Pursuit of Balance and escape from the 10 pound yoyo

In the 6 weeks since my last post (the post where I mentioned my need for balance in my life), I’ve absolutely failed at finding balance. But I’ve succeeded in my efforts to swing the pendulum. The trick now will be to land in place where I *can* find balance.

My vacation injury in mid-September benched me from most forms of exercise and I had to absolutely cease and desist from my daily P90X workouts. In October I got back off my duff and started a daily regimen of crunches and push-ups (not a lot, mind you, but something). Then in November, I actually put on my running shoes and put a mile-plus in, despite the fact that it was dark and cold out. Then I proceeded to spend the next week coughing and sniffling, which may or may not have been a result of the run.
On November 20th I celebrated my birthday by getting up at the crack of dawn and running in my 3rd 5K. This was the second time I’d run since my injury. Also, pretty much the 2nd real workout.
And I’ve gone for all of one run since then. So that’s 3 runs in the month of November. After the daily discipline of P90X, I think “balance” should mean several work-outs per week (not per month). Somewhere along the way I quit the 5 minutes of crunches and pushups so really, those 3 runs are just about it.
It’s not like I wasn’t busy. You can read here to find out how I spent my time last month. But football games, eating out, Thanksgiving feasts, etc. combined with the lack of aerobics have taken their toll and I’m sad to see that I’ve regained ALL of the weight I’d lost since shaking off my couch-potato ways. In my battle with the bulge the enemy has regained a lot of territory.
If you know me, you know I’m no quitter. I may have addictive tendencies (ahem) to say the least, and I may have a propensity to take things to the extreme (ahem) but I’m going to try to work those to my favor and commit myself to defining (and maintaining) boundaries that provide balance in my life. Balance between working, writing, working out, playing piano, reading…I can do this. I know I can. I shall be extreme in my determination to not let any one area dominate my life.
Cheers!
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