08:13

I did it.

500+ words already in my latest NaNo effort.  First in years.  The topic… yes.

Nurse still asleep I believe, but her coffee order on the nightstand next to her.

Kids all up and fed.  Me, out of bed before 07:20 I think.  Definitely awake, and in a novel writer’s prance.  Thought about the opening paragraph early this morning, like around 05:15 or :25, narrating to myself.

That hasn’t happened in a long, long time.

November, my favorite month if you didn’t know, and I need shit to change.  Almost immediately.

Getting back to wine, telling wine stories, the classroom and reading with students, developing ideas.  Not obsessing over a fucking funnel, and what the ‘MRC’ is.

Putting it all out there, for my character.  Me yes, but the one in the novel.

08:18, haven’t had a start to a day like this in a long time.  Keeping my daughter’s smile present in thoughts, yesterday when I dropped off her costume.  I want that level of smile, joy, freedom.  Like nothing’s wrong in this world or any.

Writing my way toward that.  And with a novel.  1,667 words a day.  So my journal entries should be short, right?  Save the energy for the characters…..  I know where he is going, where he will land.