5-17-24

Okay, I think my system is working here at the poz loft.

Been writing on the third floor for over an hour, on the BOOK.

Yes, the fucking book.  Over 1001 words and I feel fucking AMAZE-BALLS.

Latte almost done, have to switch out laundry, charge the other laptop.  Love writing at this desk, the view and how it feels, the visual.. will use the same image I used on the Medium post.  No just took one and will use it.

My gratitude and near disbelief that I have an office like this is stunning me right now.

Nurse on a coffee date with her Nurse friends, me over here prepping for the new story, a sale story that will augment and amplify everything that is now on the writer’s stage.

Biggest push into the book project in easily a year, possibly more.  The power to do so, nothing I have to work up to or wish for.  It’s already here, contouring about my character.

Writing my way to IT, like I wrote this morning.  The IT in Road, what Dean felt from the saxophone.  

Writing at this desk in my new office, just magic.  A new book of spells or something, that Harry Potter ability.  Honestly what it makes me think of.