Not Enough Detail? Me?
This is the Man-Room as of two hours ago. As most of you know already, it is my prison. Within it's spidery confines I have crafted the set of plans which will guide me through this adventure. I have this thing: I pace like a caged tiger - back and forth, back and forth - drives people nuts. But in the Man-Room it doesn't matter. So I finally got rid of the stool and jacked up the front of my drawing table so I can stand and draw. Stand and draw and pace. "Need to see more measurements," the building dept. tells me the other day. I was keeping the plans simple and elegant - Japanese style - but they didn't go for it. Wow, for the first time in my life I didn't give enough detail.