Letting myself have lunch.  Was going to just sit down and type, for book, do something for NaNo.  But no.  I’m still tired from yesterday and hungry, mood starting to fade but I can let that even come close to any fruition.  Be like the rain, I tell myself.  Nonstop and visible.  Just pouring.  Not editing along the way or thinking but just wildly and audibly doing.  That will be me till 5 o’clock and past.