Not just with colors flying, but colors boasting, empowered and self-assured.

Thinking of moving journal to bedside, like some people do.  Espresso and laundry, rain.  Not sure if Emma’s game is a go today or not.  My guess is it will be.

Caught myself scrolling pointlessly and with no aim or solid objective.  So I made myself stop, even asking “What the fuck are you doing?” Then, “Get to fucking work.”

What I’m doing.  Typing with no thought of what I’ll post to blog.  True writer freedom and warrior-like ways.  Thinking of me, here now at table, nothing and no one else.  Finish the book, what do I want… meeting tentatively Wednesday of next week but who knows.  Maybe it’ll be sooner.  Am I excited?  I guess…. It’s work, and the brand I believe in, so I’ll make it mine.

Which is what anyone in the AE position should do.

No more continuing with certain patterns.  Everything different today.  EV-ER-Y-THING.  Looking at the Plath words on my arm, reminding self about SELF.  The power I have…