Little chill time, as Emma said “Today’s our chill day, and tomorrow’s Monday Funday because it’s Halloween!” I want to be like them, more playful and just taking all scenes as they land.

Dad teaching me about writing and he doesn’t even intend to, though he’s done that for years this lesson is a new coin and rhythm and drive, ride, ROAD.

Feeling like a newly trained battle writer… Ready for anything.  Any tough lesson in sales or with humans, anything.  More of an embrace, study… responding to the postmodern immediacy.  The table, kids playing games, the car wash we’re about to get, finally.

In Dad’s lesson – unafraid, directness, facts, true, aggression whisked with civility. And, just finishing the project, having it ready for delivery, publication, to be its own bird in the air.