Below is an excerpt from the Project Management novel Bruce Fieggen, QPharma’s V.P. of Project Management, is writing in his ‘spare time’. The book follows the Project Management Body of Knowledge Guide (PMBOK) but uses the format of a novel, and promises to be much more readable. The novel tells the story of a Gwilym, a Project Manager, charged with building twelve towers scattered throughout King Arthur’s Britain. Gwilym has three sons, the oldest of whom, Bleddyn, is also introduced in this excerpt.
Readers, think about the various projects you are tasked with and see how you can use the tools shown in these blog posts to assist you in ‘building your towers’.
This first excerpt shows the development of the first tool: The Project Charter.
After laying down the foundation logs, the men started laying down the side logs, marveling how each fit neatly into place on top of the one below and to right angles with it. With each additional log, the structure pulled tighter together.
Once the men had the hang of the design, Gwilym left Fred in charge and rode his horse painfully and slowly to the quarry to see about some new stone to dress the tower’s outside. Some stones had been salvaged from the old tower, but much more needed to be added. The quarry was around the other side of the hill but it still took Gwilym two hours of careful riding to reach there given his painful leg. On arriving he asked to sit down and put his leg up.
The quarryman was a short, barrel-chested, old man with sinewy arms and a grizzled beard. “I thought it about time you came to me for stone. How much will ye be wanting?”
“I need 100 tons for now, cut square about 2 feet to a side. When can you deliver that much?”
“I can start delivering 2 tons at a time as soon as I get gold for first shipment.”
Gwilym looked confused and said, “But Father Drew said that the quarry belongs to the church and it is his to use.”
“Aye, church owns it but tower is being built for defense of city. So money must come from king.”
“But Father Drew appointed me the Project Manager. He is the one in charge of the tower. And he is of the church.”
“Father Drew is priest of village church. Quarry belongs to whole church. And for that, you either pay me gold or get permission from bishop.”
“Start cutting now, quarryman. I’ll get the permission in time to take shipment.” Gwilym limped off to his horse and rode painfully back to the village.
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“How goes the tower, Gwilym?” were Merlin’s first words.
Gwilym was intimidated by this old man of whom he had heard many stories. He looked like the wise old Druid he was reputed to be and his bright eyes sparkled under his bushy eyebrows. His long, grey hair made him seem much older than he was. His hands were strong and showing no signs of age and his well muscled arms handled the reins expertly.
“It goes well sir. The wooden structure is almost finished and we now need to face it with stone.” Gwilym remembered yesterday’s confrontation at the quarry and his mind switched to this other problem in his life. “But now the quarryman wants to charge us for stone, even though the quarry belongs to the church.”
“And what will you do to solve this?”
“I’ll get an order from the bishop to make him give up the stone.”
“And will that be your answer to the next problem that arises?”
“What’s that sir?”
“What will you do the next time you run into a problem like this with your tower?”
Gwilym felt like a fool. What was he missing? “I can’t guess all the problems that will arise; I just have to deal with them as they come up.”
“What will you do if the men decide to stop working? Or if the priest says he wants the tower to be taller, or if some knight asks that it be made round?”
“I need a letter that says what the tower should be and who is to pay for it. And I need it signed by someone whom everyone respects. Like the king! Even the bishop has to listen to the king. Is that what I need, Merlin?”
Merlin’s eyes twinkled but he said nothing. Gwilym looked at him curiously and said, “You know a lot more about building towers than you let on and I’m onto you. Can I ask you other questions later on when I hit other snags?”
“Did I answer your first one?”
“Not with an answer; that’s true, but you asked the right questions that let me come up with the right answer.”
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When Sir Kay escorted Gwilym and his son, Bleddyn, into the great hall...