Tonight, no such fun.
One the positive side, I'm moving into a fun part of the Barbara Sher book. This set of exercises involves remembering activities one has enjoyed at various stages of their life. Then you write down what it was about those activities that you enjoyed and see if any themes come up. Next, you imagine a fabulous career doing nothing but what it was that you enjoyed. Yes, if you, like me, enjoyed reading as a child, what sort of career could you do if you'd devoted your life, Olympic athlete style, to nothing but reading. (I thought first of librarian, but that seemed more like taking care of books than reading them. So I drifted into reviewing and imagined being the Ebert & Roper of good fiction; the guy that everyone turned to as bellwether for a new novel. They might not agree with me, but could always count on disagreeing in the same way. Even authors whose work I didn't like would respect my reviews as even-handed and helping them to improve their work.) Again one notes what they like about these fantasy jobs and any themes that arise from them. (I've noted, on the few I've worked on, that writing seems to crop up in these fantasy jobs. I'm getting an inkling.)
Also positive, was time spent with the niece tonight doing her math homework. We did the Pythagorean Theorem, surface area of solids and volume of solids. Fun stuff. I got to pull a can of condensed milk out of the cupboard to explain surface area of cylinders. She "hates" math and so tries to rush through the problems to get them done. This leads to her making errors (like using (πr)^2 rather than π(r^2) for circle area). Once we slow her down, she knows all the pieces for getting the answers and goes about putting them together correctly. The trick is getting her to slow down.
So expect various rambling entries through the night. I don't think I'll end up sticking out a full eight hours tonight; there's only so much boredom a guy can take.