Don’t work so hard at writing, I just thought. Let the people around you speak and write what they say.. for a screenplay, I just thought? Or stage? My fantasies and— not fantasies, but visions and dreams are quite active this morning, writing two full pages in Mom’s Carpe journal and noting random rimes and poetic bursts that find way to my head.
At winery today, but that won’t stop me from writing. I’ll be armed with a small notebook— wrote a couple lines again. Think I’m closer to the Road.. only 24 meditations left. But why stop at 100?