Feeling a bit overwhelmed, and scattered and stressed with all these projects, with all these directions. No matter, no weights slows this writer. Craving my own office like I never have. With plenty energy today, not having a drop of wine last night and going to bed stupendously early. Think… think…. What to put out next, in terms of story…. The morning, the coffee, the pen, the paper. That’s it, like I always stress to students.. Where are you and what are you doing?
Mapping out day, even though it’s most mapped. Going for a run at 11:30, then back in office and head to Petaluma. Set appointments. I want at least two, for the day. Log everything…. Places hit, self-evaluation, notes on what to say even though I keep it not so much simple but succinct and unassuming.