Focus on SELF, building this story, from the quiet… Speaking of, a momentary taste of it this morning broken by Henry’s 97th protest of the morning. Sure that’s not far off in quantity.
Then I say to myself I shouldn’t be thinking about tonight AT ALL. This room and these kids, here. That’s the assignment, the writer’s wheel current.
My weekend with the kids this round has been a writing invitation, urgency to change mind architecture, ‘mong other character maps. Assigned new beat and books.