I know I’m writing in too many places,

but it’s just my momentum at present.  Just posted to teaching blog, and after this post I’ll be in the Comp Book.  I will consolidate, simplify, don’t you worry.  I should really be telling myself not to worry…

Tomorrow morning I’ll go over my Solano syllabus, then write some verse for the collection I’m putting together, and I have to stop putting that off– but then I wonder, when am I going to have time to sell the work?  Don’t worry about that now, just assemble the collection.  Today will be as “spread” as I’ll be all term.  Each day I’ll condense, even get rid of something or put it to the side..

I’m feeling the exhaustion of the day, so I make a list for morning, take out my semester Comp Book, and begin to write some thoughts, small standalone pieces for the larger piece.. what I write in there will remain, and be typed at term’s end, when my little girl’s here, in this Autumn Walk fortress.  I will see my children on a farm, our farm, playing, and me sampling barrels, thinking of them as I thief into the glass, swirl and invite the initial sensory pats to my memory.  No wine tonight, but thinking of a family winery like Glenn’s and having my own brand and story to run, operate and my story to tell.. on the mind, always.. oh, have to write PR Sara my letter, didn’t have time to do that today.. so on the list: syllabus, Sara letter, poem.

9:46 and I can feel myself fade.  Should go upstairs, join Ms. Alice and early fall into sleep so I can even earlier wake.  She plans to go to the gym quite early, which will only encourage me be at this desk or on the couch at an hour quiet.  So to bed, to bed…

(8/17/15)