logged. Have to enter some pieces and entries into my new writing ledger, that I have to keep up and maintain. On cup 2, all words written to novel. Feel like I need a break, this morning, running fast, changing station, Thievery.. sip more coffee, that’ll motivate me.. what to wear today on my mind.. thinking and over-thinking.. fell asleep upstairs last night listening to jazz, some artists I’ve never before heard or appraised. Yes, I’m getting exhausted in this writing, and want to stop, but I can’t bring myself to. Why. Why not. I don’t know, that’s my point.. my feverish craving for my statements on a page and then post them to some goddamn blog– Mom was right, take a break from writing. But just now, Mama.. I can’t for long.. this is WHAT I am, not just what I do or want in come fashionable way, manner, or tilt. And I go typhlotic, just viewing things and scenes and other places in my head, returning to Paris and vacation somewhere, back to Santa Barbara, or that nearby town where we stayed for Nick’s wedding.. ocean and new characters and drinks at that lounge bar.. coffee in the morning, looking at the waves and hearing people go back and forth, from the pool to their room and back again, not knowing quite how to take in their vacation but they know the time is limited so they just go with gut impulse and urge and reaction. Good for them–
Tonight, dinner at Mom and Dad’s.. do I sleep there or only have one beer and one wine and come home here to enjoy the quiet of this castle, this new Autumn Walk base, as I won’t have this much concentrated quiet for some time again I’m sure..
Developing mmc, rather proud of how I developed my business last night, sending out emails and taking notes, starting cards for each prospect (on pieces of paper taken from winery, or that Kevin gave me, old tasting menus). They work quite well, these card, constant reminders of where my efforts are.. a real business, me, and if it all to fruition forms, and my money is properly budgeted (obviously with Dad’s help), I’ll get to my office.. want a small space somewhere in Healdsburg– but that’s expensive, and I know Dad would advise against that. I’ll talk to him tonight, see what he thinks..
8:22– just realized, I met my goal, 3 pages before 9. huh.. forgot I gave myself that deadline.. love mornings like this.. nothing getting to me today. I’m controlling the story, my business, my blog, and my direction and marketing momentum. What will I do till 9? Maybe just get in the shower, have even more a headstart on the day.. where’s the iron and that little board? Garage I think.. still unpacking.. like Massamen in the novel.
-get cash, ATM
-write a poem
-get new little notebook.. so then yes I have to leave the house early to go get one, corner store, Coffey & Piner