I am laughing.  I am at peace with this Mike Madigan today.  This draft, this figure and structure.  Some John Coltrane comes on.  I feel like I’ll be here again soon, talking to students on campus.  Writing with them….  Asking them where they start.

The imagery and seen conversations start to become REAL, with Composition and complexion.  New stories and slangs, languages, stories told.  I need to listen more, I say outside of this daydream then go back in.

Student telling me about her parents, how she never knew her dad, and her mother died when she was 11.  She lived with her grandparents, then aunt and uncle after grandparents passed.  Aunt and Uncle were both lawyers.  She’s a Junior, and about to finally decide law, but isn’t sure.  She writes about her future as a lawyer… basically writing how her life will go.  What type of law she’ll practice.  Business Law, working with small businesses, family-owned shops and practices, of no particular vertical.

I decide to do the same thing, but then get distracted by the two guys to my left.  Going over expenses,”DoorDash for $12.60…” Are they accountants, or roommates reconciling expenses.