Tonight’s cigar, the Tatuaje “The Face” special edition, was every bit as good as I remembered from the first time I had one: magic right down to the nub. I need to invest in some of their regular lines.
I might have to do so soon, too. This is one of the last two cigars in my humidor. I’m going to empty it out so I can re-season it in an attempt to solve some humidity problems I’ve been having.
Tonight also reminded me how much I love writing outdoors.
I get some of my best work done at night, sitting on the porch with a cigar. The family has gone to bed, the neighborhood is quiet, and everything I need to accomplish during the day is done and behind me. I can get up and pace the porch or wander the yard to mull over a sentence, and I can get comfortable without feeling chained to a desk.
I’m trying to adapt my schedule to do this more often. The words come a lot easier at these times. I hate to go to bed now, but the day job calls in the morning. These are the nights I’m confident I can pull off a full-time writing schedule once all these projects come to fruition and they start paying the bills.
The schedule is a bit off and there’s some changes in direction, but the Exit Strategy is still in full swing.
About Mike Oliveri
Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.
