Ready for day. 4 shot latte. Projects, all made into consolidated approach and identity, duty and sky. Me here thinking about my office, my travel, the drive today down to Berkeley, the conversations I’ll have in the field, the talk last night with that student who always says how much class and my words help and I know it’s not to get anything from me as she’s already with high HIGH standing in class.
I collect, ready for day. Prepared to sell writing… thinking of every business owner and entrepreneur-ish individual I’ve met over the years and wonder HOW THE FUCK DID SOMEONE LIKE THAT DO THAT?!?! ‘Cause they didn’t stop. They just decided they were going to do that. Just that. Nothing else. No compromise. Today I’m affirming and re-affirming the same.
On one standalone, autonomous piece a day project I now have 2 logged. Just finished a 300-word or so piece, posted to Medium. NO eating out in East Bay. Go to Peet’s or Starbucks, finish 8page project. Peet’s, that’s more a writer’s spot than corporate monster sbux.
40 doesn’t scare me, anymore. I dare it, I dare me, I dare the story directly.