By the beginning of August, the fun part of my “funemployment” period had well expired; I yearned for a reversal of cash flow and longed to contribute to society. Taking action one morning, I visited my friend at the capitol and sat in on a meeting about millennials in politics. Following, I hunkered down at Temple K street for my own meeting of budgetary self-assessment. With its coppery golden penny floors and hanging bikes on the walls, Temple K tends to attract more of an intellectual and entrepreneurial type of crowd compared to the average Starbucks or Peets.
Crunching budget numbers in a state of feigned forced focus, my eyes wandered to the book stack of the stranger across from me. “Hey, I like that book” I mumbled mindlessly, pointing to a title about courage. The owner of the book, Freddie, introduced himself and explained he was writing a book about transitions. “Nice,” I said. “I blog about the same topic.” Suddenly Freddie’s eye’s bulged. “No way!?”
As a bloggers discussion unfolded we noticed an uncanny number of thematic similarities between our posts. Thus, right in line with the collaborative environment of Temple K, we devised a plan to join forces and write the book together. We took this project seriously and for the next several weeks met in coffee shops and copy machine stores to brainstorm and organize ideas.
And then we hit a hurdle; a hurdle too obvious to ignore. While the co-authorship appeared great in theory, we wrote with polar opposite styles. He sounded like Tony Robbins and Mr. Rogers delivering a combined speech on positive productivity. Meanwhile, I spoke in 80% metaphor and found deep meaning in things like Mario-Kart and corn flakes cereal. In the interest of saving our hypothetical readers from a disaster of confusion, Freddie and I parted ways and decided instead to encourage each other in our separate projects. You can follow his work here.
Stay tuned for part 4 of the Java Journals!