Not as behind as I thought in the nano novel. My mood is in the clouds, looking down at myself and watching as I write about this character who writes only wine, how wine is his story and the framing and dimension of wine, how it’s not at all what’s in the glass. It’s morning’s like this when I’m finally able to spend time with your kids, enjoy time in the morning where it’s just you and them.
The novel is teaching me something about me and me at Sonic, me as a writer, this last semester at the JC.
Tomorrow at the winery, will be felt in my story, and the story of the character that I’m writing.