sensory gusts.
amwriting
Sometimes you need to not write, not create, so you enjoy more your later octavo.
and act as you always have, just wilder and freer and louder.
At day’s end, I can only think of the next day. So does the day really end, then? […]
6:11… Wife’s alarm already off once. Jackie taking my place in bed so I’m down here writing or […]
I haven’t been in years. Not an exaggeration. It’s rather candid, that remark. Had one beer, one 7UP, […]
In the NaNoWriMo month, day 7, I count what I spent over the past few days… $34.92 for […]
This morning woke just before 4 to help with Emma who needed a midnight snack, or early morning […]
Vicious assault against time today waged. Getting everything done I need. But, as ever and always, coffee, premier.