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.