Booked appointment with a sizeable prospect, a business I’ve been trying to talk to for a while now. Sent calendar invites. Day in its closing steps. Don’t want to celebrate too prematurely, and I won’t. Some of that Chardonnay sound good. Shit, when did I open that? Doesn’t matter.
Wrote a poem, just now. Need to write more. I’m not going to quit, as I think I wrote earlier in this new-ish journal. Not so new, since we’ve been locked in for something like 9 weeks now, or seven. Someone mentioned it in the speakers meeting. Write more poems, I tell myself… shorter.. and more FREE.