Jackie in 1st Grade now, and me just getting older and wishing. Starting new assignment, new story and creative direction in 9 days. Don’t sleep, I self-instruct and decree. Be more mad with your writings, more passion-purposed and wandering. That’s the only way to discover gems. I’ve told my students this for years, and have never followed the speaker’s specs.
I keep writing, thinking only of the book..books, everything I’ve ever written, what I wrote 5 years ago on blog— I look, and addresses of money tightness, needing coffee, no-wine nights…. I think to myself, “Has nothing fucking changed?” I’m changing it, by leaving the bloody industry and its all-too gawked-at poisons. Then I read about flash fiction, short fiction, something Mom has essentially demanded I do, for YEARS. So I still have more writing to do, do note. A short fiction piece, probably on Kelly, later.
For now… Do something. Keep moving. Quiet in house. Advantage in such, a tranquil intangible shape and voice coats my senses, all.