Starting day, with something Crystal said yesterday, pacing back/forth in brain like lost tourists.. “I got back, and I was just lost,” referring to her return from a trip, then trying to re-immerse in my writing, on “blog,” citing overwhelming pace, content presence. I felt altogether validated, that someone I respect sees how much I’m in the chair, moving words as I order them. Her words, making my day, frankly.
Tonight.. NO. WINE. Have to early wake for run in Howarth Park/Annadel. Another race scheduled, 9/8/13, through the forest, much of it uphill. Need to force Self to earlier wake, EVERYday.
8:41am. Already see pieces I want in 41-page project. And I need to get it done. Quick. Need extra funds. A little tip money yesterday, but not enough for any kind of impact.
Need another coffee.
Slow moving, thanks to
Gelatinous magic, not me.
Not this morrow.
Flash fiction pieces, streaming through head. Would love to leave early today, but won’t. And shouldn’t. Need the material.