5-20-24

Nurse doing some work upstairs, me in kitchen about to kill my latte.  Going into this week with an attitude, one positive and empowered.

The new story starting soon, I can only be aloft with perspective and my way – walk and talk and translation of ALL events.  Everything.

About EVERYTHING – returning to my story, my most essential and principle of canvases.  Listening to birds from this seat, all I have to do is produce more content, I tell myself.  Writing—  Interrupted by a lead from an IT partner.  Shouldn’t say interrupted, but surprised I guess would be a better word.  Drawing from everything and everywhere, everyone charging toward this story.

My attitude now – calm but still intensified, a bit of a roar about me heading toward 45 years fucking old.  Don’t say it like that I can hear people say… one rule of writing, or not a rule I don’t know, is don’t spend too much time in one place.  Biennial to be focused, but to suffocate yourself in any one direction kills Composition.

Shit I may need more coffee…. Birds again, singing freely and carelessly, teaching me.  A lesson in Composition, reaching Composition – always the aim.