Back from errands. Target didn’t have the car seat or bath chair for little HLR. Groceries and white wine, done. Sushi from Oliver’s, lunch. Now espresso. May go to friend’s house and watch him cook for an event he has tonight. His side hustle, Nicholas. Main gig, building and construction. No need to prospect with more work than he can handle. I envy and admire him, immensely.
Again considering photog, to help start all blog-based businesses, which they all are. The idea of taking pictures and photography haunt me daily. Seriously. I keep telling myself, “I’m a writer, not a snapper of ‘pics’.” But…. I keep hearing and reading people expressing their love and fondness of my shots.
Like this one….
And this one which even I think is nice.
Giving me suggestions of media, different forms of, and how it intersects with writing and blogging efforts. Just thinking, not ready to move any fund to get a new camera. Definitely not before getting the house. And, if I deprive myself the camera and not let myself be some on-the-side photog that can only strengthen the writing, right?
Stuck. Thing to say. Like I forgot how to write. What was I saying early, what was my counsel to students and other writers and more obviously and honestly myself? Whatever’s seemingly plain. THE NOW.
This espresso… want a couple different machines in the new house, not just the Nespresso I just clicked on for this double. The house…. Oh my god where the fuck is it? My impatience tumbles and tumults within itself.\
Another idea. Not going to say it ‘cause it’s only going piss both of us off. Either act or don’t, I internally banshee-scream at myself.
New faces and pages.