Night winding down, sore from week’s running. Nurse still at work. I don’t know how she does it. I need to work more, harder I realize. So… challenging self to 1001 words a day. FOREVER. No matter what, no matter how busy I am or what gets in the way.
Photography pushing me forward, an old pic from the Dutcher Crossing days, when I went for my usual lunch walk and writing saunter and drops created a scene for me. Just for me, I felt. I was captured and captive, composed, realized and meditative.
Nearing 22:00. Emma with soccer tomorrow, me thinking about work and the winery clients I have, what this could, the possible growth, and me becoming more of an IT guy than a writer. Being more reactive. Write less, live more. That whole thing.
Henry watching something and laughing with hysteric lisp. “Henry, what are you watching?”
“NOTHING!” He insists.
I go over there and inspect and it’s Loony Tunes. Of course. Daffy making him laugh like a patient, Cuckoo’s Nest.
Yes, the average is well down. But still respectable. I’m writing every day, it’s clear.
1001 words a day. A declaration. Affirmation. Motive. Place…