notes, 4/8/13

At some point you grab life by the throat, tell it which way to go. I’m there.

What if went next Saturday night, downtown with friends, and didn’t drink… Imagine the material I’d gather and with unimaginable accuracy and vividness.

Topping barrels today. No fail.

So beautiful on estate…


Drying glasses, always fun.

Huge chunk of novel, getting done tonight.