Tomorrow, all writing

for the novel. That’s it. Not that other blog, not my own blog. But the book. And I’ll print pages before going to work. Like my students showing up to class with something to hand in, so will be this writer.. not pushing ‘publish’ on WordPress. No. Just writing. Tomorrow I’m a real writer. A novelist. And I’ll stay put, and on loads of coffee, thinking of my son and how he’ll read me later in life. That’s what pushes me to build what I want to build. The Autumn Walk house is a restart for the writer; new base, new peace, new material.. new characters about.