The meeting hadn’t yet started, officially, but still I felt off, like the day was tarnished in some finite and finishing way. No I told that voice and continued on, writing and journaling. Sipping coffee like a maddest of madmen.
Going into hours ahead with a different attitude.
Focusing more on attitude and production, how attitude affects production, and how the production itself shapes attitude.
Some businesses to call on this morning, and today…. Keep self in story, in character.
I’m looking at the word count, why. I’m just settling into the day. Writing as I go. Writing to write.
Another cup, in a minute. That’ll help.