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8/28/13–  7:22am.  Coffee brewed, poured.  Kerouac playing with some toy piano over there, by sliding glass door.  Me, quite tired.  Should run over to kitchen before next sentence, swig loudly.

This revived interest in Flash Fiction, incorporating it into 5 & 1A, has me thinking about composing some of own.. ACTUALLY, establishing new parameters for my sittings.  My mind doesn’t work in LONG chapters, books.  So, before day’s end, 1 standalone flash piece.. 1,000 words or less.

Would love a day off, but need income.  Badly–  In fact.. no more.  TONIGHT: arrange 41 pages to sell.  Bind Tomorrow, between classes.  Ten copies.  Let’s see if I can make mySelf do this.  For once.

“So early…. So awake…. So much on my mind… So stupid…” a friend wrote on her account.

8:17pm.  Did Lawndale again.  This time with Carmen.  While running along 12, noticed that a few of the blocks, of other wineries, some neighboring ours, had been picked.  Before I know it, the Fall foliage will have set, harvest will be over, and I’ll be grading essay 2, or 3.  Didn’t visit my wines today.  Wasn’t meant 2B, I guess, much I hate that phrase.  Sipping an IPA from Speakeasy, the “Big Daddy.” Just what I need after the run.  Probably going to spill out last night’s Zin.  Not in a wine mood.  Certainly not Zin.  Wrote spoken word today, while behind bar, walking around Room, along with notes for flash fiction pieces.  Will try to revisit tonight, at some point.

Time for dinner.  Starved.

10:24pm.  Even with my obsessive voice, habits here on page, I’m tired, close to surrender for 2nite.  Going to make up for it tomorrow, with a Barleycorn session, I’m hoping.  Haven’t forgotten about the 41-page selling project.  Gathering ms tomorrow.  Hoping to leave earlier for Petaluma.. write ALL day.  Noting rest of night…

= One glass of last night’s Zin?  Yes, you deserve.

= Coworker, buying a refurbished espresso machine.. makes me think of the one I want in office.

= TV on mute, turning on music to put me somewhere else.

= May not finish glass I poured, as it’s celebratory in size,  Don’t want to jeopardize early rise.

= Alarm set, 5:15am.  Need to force Self up, brew coffee, write.  1,000 words, exactly, for day’s flash piece.  The ‘name tag’ idea I wrote in little notebook today, while by ResRoom register.  So beautiful at estate today, from floor to mountain’s top.

= Wine Bar beats playing, just as they did on those Literary Lunches, when I was chained by box, downtown Napa.  Recently received texts from Tina, Lisa.. wrote them, “Miss you guys, but don’t miss that place one bit.” Tina responded, “Amen!!!” So horrible, that office, how it portrays, “represents” wine.  It’s obsession with “luxury,” the whole bloody “white glove approach.” Should write some flash on Them–  OH!  Just the appropriate time to break out the cubeNOTES I wrote while there, the headset encircling my skull.  […]  “I sit, only to hate I’m not standing.  While walking to office, the hundred or so yards from parking lot, I fantasized about about-facing, getting back in car, leaving.  Yeah, they’d fire me.  But good.” Could begin the piece that way.

= Tomorrow, making the greatest writing day EVER.

= 11:45pm.  Time for bed.  Filing for divorce from these devices, how they hold me BACK.  In early morrow, writing pen2paper first, hopefully.  Writing either way.  Good evening, reader.. about to visit that Raven have it swim entertainingly 4ME.

= Progress of this laptop monster’s functions, beginning to scare me.  No more.  No more.. only pen, ink, paper, lines maybe.  Over the device dependency.  Onto Literary lambastes.

7:31am, 8/29/13.  Coffee, just starting to introduce itSelf.  Going for 3PAGES today.  Need to have finite practice, stick with it for Life’s rest, if I’m ever to be in office, see Road.  Will return to log when 3PAGES have written, printed–

8/30/–  Sipping ’08 Syrah from winery.  Finally a few minutes to relax.  Zeroing-in on truest style for writer, this writer.  Editing, not really an option with the scarcity of “free” time.  Have to send invitation to aspiring contributors to pedagogy blog.  Lots to do tonight, so not too many glasses.  Hear me, WRITER?

One more post to blog, then try to finish something for 41-page-idea.  Yes, I’m back to calling me projects “ideas.” Today, after work, helping friend [Sophia] with event.  So pretty on patio, light breeze, sun showing only vine tops, guests sipping their ’12 SB.  Didn’t feel like work.  At all.  Going to bring glass in here, I think.  Keeping Self in Literary mode.  No distractions.

Putting together a plan, for my writings.  One 3-pronged.  I know, I’ve said something like this b4, many timez.  But tonight, I know what’s needed for me to see Road, office.  The 2 blogs, the sequencing small releases.  That’s it.  Simple.  Poetic.  More believable.  Thinking of next move, in this moment, here on couch.  Need ‘nother Syrah sip, to shape a re-shapedness?  I want what I want, what’s mean for me.. Equilibrium.  The consistency of a Truer me.

Still haven’t sipped.  To kitchen skip…  Surprised how animated it’s holding, with its age.  Going upstairs to check on Kerouac, see how his rest goes.  […]  Quite well, my little Artist.  Goal by semester’s end.. support Self, family, as writer/professor.  That’s it.  Need to post to blog for students.  Let them know I’m there for them.. ALWAYS.

10:17pm.  On night’s cap, listening to chilled beats.  Just checked on Kerouac again.. sleeping like an exhausted bear.  Posted to blog for students.  Today in tasting Room, could only think of them, their readings, interpretations.  Already eager for Tuesday’s sessions.

Just read another student comment, posted just 6 minutes ago, or so.  So lucky to be in this position, I’m realizing.  TV off.  Only music.  Would have more to write about if I were on the Road.  Sorry, reader.  Please be patient with me.  I’m working on it.  I swear.  This semester, my notes, my students, will help get me there.