Books, stories, pages, journals, students….  New stories.  New everything.  I’m an agitated rattlesnake at present, but I collect, am calm.  The page assures she’s here.  As does the day, the miles ahead…

Rebuild.  Rewrite.  Re-ME.

Gather self and assemble new Newness in writing.

Henry calling, and I realize the new reality is writing itself.  Seeing myself as more an editor than a writer.  And, honestly, more a reader.  A reactor, a student.  Reading the text and reacting.

The Road.

Listening to jazz today, I’ve decided.  Finishing coffee I made about an hour ago, after the espresso.  No more caffeine for today.