At winery, writing copy for owner and wine club.  Posted new gig on Fiverr… need to start gathering more content.. waiting for feedback on drafts.  Today’s goal.. two posts an hour.  Tagging not really necessary although it might help, I don’t know.  3 days from 37, and I have to shove all stories and content into bottle, to the blog, then finally gather a book.  Will it be consistent and coherent?  I don’t know.  Not concerned with that right away—  Have to send email.  And another… keep Self moving…

The coffee in the office here is like magic morning nightblack— I’m addicted, and I don’t really care.  Stories.. co-workers talking behind me and my coffee getting colder, having to use restroom but refusing to get up.  Have to write more, have to continue the day and the gathering of everything…

11:36PM…  wrote 3 tracks.  And yes I’m going back to that mentality again.  But I shouldn’t state it like that, “back”.  Selling everything.  Even this entry, in some way.  Tired, ready for bed, and have to be alert for my attacking of 4AM.  This morning woke at, no joke, 3:59AM, but went right back to bed.  Strangely I considered it a victory, like a warplane flying right over the border of enemy zone-age.  It’s time for the writer to rest.  Proud of eve’s progress, progression, only forward and no regression, for once.  Maybe 37 is the year for the writer, where I can actually read, perform, make money from words..  I’m dancing internally, I swear—  How I “gather”.