Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

ships

My client's bankruptcy acquisition becomes final today.  The new owners, my new clients, have thirty days to make me whole for pre-bankruptcy invoices.  Since they have asked me to continue working on the project, they will probably pay my subsequent bills and costs as well.  My economics are about to change radically, knock wood.

I spoke at length with my partner yesterday.  He is eager to persuade me to give the firm more time, as demand for my expertise has risen radically.  I will be billing many clients at $450 an hour.  It is good to be unique.  Actually, his main interest is getting my help on his patents.  Their project has reached a point where no one else can give them what I offer.  A few weeks of my attention will increase their porfolio's value by tenfold, well over one hundred million. 

Rock hard in a funky place.

It will mean spending a few weeks in DC over the next few months.  I love DC in the autumn, so that will be nice. 

I am terribly confused about the cowboy hat comment.  I own a few, but I don't wear them much.  I have some interesting photos of my eX in a cowboy hat, but they're on tour.  I can't think of anything else.  Strange, stranger, strangest.

 Rain has descended on our forest.  The animals wait quietly.  My thoughts slow as my body gently relaxes.  The old dog barks.  Thunder rumbles beyond the trees.

Listen.

Malinov

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