Planning day in head…. Possible lunch with Ditter, maybe around 13:30 or 1, won’t text him for a bit since he had some birthday party to go to last night, friend of the girl he’s seeing… so that gives me a few hours to situate a cluster of running time. Torn between the belt and one of those Peloton classes or the route I thought about doing yesterday. Focus on the writing, I tell myself.
Speaking of… the idea for a writing class and prompts associated around the thought of having nothing to write. Interesting. So many complain about not having anything to write, and how that’s what’s stopping them. That’s the best time to write and build, when there’s an empty lot. I fixate on this house metaphor, and construction alongside and versus composition. There’s something there… developing this. Typing versus ink, like coffee versus espresso.
I can’t stop myself. Over and over the ideas catapult and cartwheel. For my own story, notes, a new type of #professormikey class.