Open Mouth. Insert _______.
Once upon a time, I had a thriving management consulting firm. Before the crash. Before tons of people lost their jobs and decided to hang up the “I-Can-Do-Anything-She-Can-Do” shingle. Before I went for my dream, to make something that’s mine and write.
I still take clients, here and there, but back when I was billing exponential consulting hours per week, I produced an e-newsletter. The writing was sort of dry, but that was never really the point for me.
The pictures. They were what kept me producing the e-newsletter. How could I take a specific picture and build a whole management consulting newsletter – one that would actually be useful – around a single ridiculous photo?
In the coming days, I’m going to dig out some of these open-mouthed jewels, dust them off, and craft a story on the blog. Here’s the first installment:
She had a hard time. Climbing down the slick mound had worn her out, but she clung to it. Fiercely. And now, the ground was mostly level.
She thrashed through what remained to reach bottom. Things that tickled her face and stuck in her hair. A relentless downhill after the climax.
She’d done it all before.
Still, she didn’t expect it. In the waning hours of daylight, she found a package along her path. A gift. A thank-you for coming.
Too bad it wasn’t all tied up with a grizzly bear bow.