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