10-31-24

NaNoWriMo on the brain.  Wrote in my journal that I’m doing it this year, and dedicated to it like one with a high fever.  Not sure that makes sense, but that’s where I am.

Usurping my own attitude and self-doubt, shoving to the side any fallacious woes or sullen slumps, any mood-mud as I sometimes call it.

10:58

More espresso needed.  Woke early this morning and rushed Emma’s costume to there school so she could wear it and show her friends.  Still smiling from her reaction, and just how stinkin cute she is.

My thoughts no longer entertaining any chthonic perspective or low estimation of ANYTHING.  My Beat is Happiness, and living in a smile swarm, not frown-drown.  All praise to the Nurse and honestly a bit of my own deciding, not to be like that.

Content creation from this but more for my own health.  The NaNoWriMo project this year will always return to and do touch-and-goes from these points and theses.

12:45 I get Henry.  That leaves between now and then, a bit over an hour.  Get as much ground covered as you can, not much happening at work.

Pictures of everything… that’s where the content and story and dominant dimension fly from.