Woke and cleaned kitchen a bit, not that I did yesterday as I planned, as you can guess. Yesterday was more a ‘get more or whatever I can remember for the loft’. Think I got everything but who knows…
Leaving for Caddis, my last day, in just over 30. Coffee, no espresso. First time I’ve done this, actually write in the office first thing in the morning, on a “day off”. Realized that I’m rarely down here except for the weekdays. Shame I said to myself taking out a sparkling water can I left on the desk, out to the recycling in garage.
Miss the kids and them in the morning here. Nearly makes me chocked up but I have to not think about them now, this morning, in this sitting.
HOW DO I GET TO WHAT I WANT OF THIS CONDO?
Me here as a writer and that’s IT. Nothing else. Of course, my own company, but all from being a character like this. Waking and writing, first thing, before ANY “thing”, or action, or priority, or task.
First contract in I don’t want to think how many days landing on Friday. Now what… a hunt for the next one. A march against quota, that number, what I’m to do because I’m to do that as a sales person.
Thinking this morning of where I am and how I arrived. Realizing I’m complicating so much just with thought. Action solves that, some movement, any direction, just ACT rather than perception and excess or even normal measurement. Freestyle living, just as much as writing. Composition liberated, MINE is. Finally, after years of…..