Log all, from this tasting Room. Novel,
Almost done. Autonomy, waiting for me
To set up my office… Feel like celebrating–
Maybe I should have a glass of wine.
Wine sounds nice, even this early.. Again
I think I need celebratory strokes, this
Scene. Cut– tilt, pan, to what I really
Am.

Home, several hours later. Finally enjoying my
Wine. Another night of
Chardonnay. Going nowhere, my thoughts,
In this entry.

Just writing it away. They can’t touch me,
not here, in this book.
They talk, order.
I write, live.

(3/9/13)