Project, then another. I’m now in a hover,

but one collective and contemplative with these three shot in a latte cup.  Kids tell me they’re hungry.  I’m getting there as well.  All set for class tonight.

Writing a piece later, starting with title, first and last sentence.  Can’t remember where I saw or read about that approach.  And, word target.

Waiting for something to happen.  Not what I want.  Post something, I tell myself… stay moving, stay worded, and with sentences flying from my character.  Kids are losing it, I think, in the other room, singing xmas songs….?  What the fu…..  What do I want for lunch?  Not another sandwich made in-house… not Mexican food, think I’ve had that the last three meals, pretty sure.