Again, laptop incredibly slow this morning.  My fault, I should be scribbling in Comp Book, anyway.  Only looking to record 300 words here.  If I’m lucky.  Winery remodel, still in early stages.  Not sure of exact imagist parallel, but I don’t think I need anymore remodeling as an Artist.  I have my voice, it’s up to readers what they want to do with it.  Read, throw away, or not buy at all.

Time, 8:46m, and the computer continues to annoy me.  Nearly done with first home-brewed cup.  Do need morning mocha.  Part of my Creative routine, while definitively not part of any budget.  I don’t care.  The more I write, the closer I am to my office, seeing all Roads.  Much easier to write, or type, with not as much clutter on this desk.  My office, I think, will be quite minimalist, but having its pragmatic clutter pockets where warranted.. I’ll see.  Listening to “Light My Fire,” The Doors.  Love Mr. Morrison’s words, how he adjusts to for emphasis.  I know most singers, songwriters [even though he was more of a poet than mere “songwriter”], do so, but not like him.  “…no time to wallow in the mire…”

8:51.  Time to detach from desk, device.  Need to get that mocha.  Had ideas of chapbook again, but I want FULL-sized mss.  No compromise.  206 pages– and no time to debate this, certainly none to OVERthink it.  Deadline’s in 8 days…