2-1-25

Raining still.  11:08.

Learning about this writer, what he wants, where he’s going.  More of an understanding.  Making the real into the most adventurous of adventures.

Coffee, Composition.  Who am I and what I want, like I’ve written countless times on this blog but now it comes to a newer and unusually and surprising fruition.

Didn’t wake early this morning like I wanted but here I am with a soul that’s sharper and more written and diarist than in past pulses.

Been playing with AI a bit lately with writing.  Just playing, not depending.  Not letting myself touch it this morning, or at all today.  Not in any serious stroke anyway.

Music.. embracing my addiction to music and fetish with photography. Looking through old camera, the vineyard pics, posting one now—  Miss the morning walks.  Written that before too… write everything, stay writing I tell myself here at the nook table with the Nurse on the other side.

I ask the Nurse if it’s still raining, she says “drizzly”.  Just what it is.  Perfect studio weather.

Looking for new music, starting with Zero 7, Bonobo, Thievery…. DJ?  Maybe.

Nurse playing old hip-hop, 90s… now I want turntable.