I’ve been writing a book on and off for ten years. Currently, I’m stuck, and I don’t know where to go next with the story. I feel detached from the project right now, but I wish I didn’t.
The process of telling a story is quite fun, and it’s also agonizing and brutal. Right now, I want to skip to a time when I have a beautifully developed product in my hand. I could leaf through its pages, feel its sweet breath on my face, then hug it tightly to my chest to show it my love.
Sigh. That’d sure be nice.
Alas, I’m not there. I’m here. And I’ll use these pages as an outlet for the time being.
Anyway, odd things happened today. I’ll share one.
While spatulaing (not a real word) scrambled eggs off the side of the pan, I thought about a girl from high school and wondered if she made eggs for her kids. I then got upset at myself for even thinking she might not cook eggs and judged myself for looking down on her. I then told myself, of course, she cooks eggs. See? I told you. Odd.
Lately, I’ve been observing higher-ranked players’ game strategies while playing virtual poker. It’s hard, though. I only can glean so much information. For example, I don’t know why they bet when they do or what the calculations they’re making are. How much of a decision is from pot odds? How much is from watching other players’ behavior? How much is it just basic impulse?
They’re certainly more aggressive. I wonder if I should be more aggressive? Or do I even want to be more aggressive? Maybe that doesn’t matter, and perhaps I should stick to things I know.
Like, I could use a refresher on calculating “outs” – the number of cards that can make my hand, as well as studying “pot odds” – the ratio between the size of the pot and the size of the bet. I’ll go ahead and commit to this; it’d be helpful.
Right now, I have an 11% hand winning rate. I hope to increase it to 12%, and then go from there. Oh, and for comparison, the high-ranking guy had a 22%. We’ll see if studying more poker helps. Stay tuned.
Well, I think that’s it. I will read for 30 minutes, wash my face, brush my teeth, and then hit the hay. I hope you had a good day, that nothing too exciting happened, but nothing not too exciting either.
Anyway, gotta go, and as my brother says, “See you on the flip side.”
Lots of love,
Jaclynn
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