1/3/20
LOVE.
2020.
More love, and conversation…. business and otherwise.
And be loudly grateful for all your steps and breaths.
1/1/20
3:35pm.
Watching Emma play with her dolls, in her room. Leaning against the right side of the door frame and wall. Meditation. What to do for rest of the day’s design. How does Mike want to develop as a character, in his story.
Time with family…
Freeing self of angst.
You know the Now more when with family.
Not to
Write about waking at just after 3 from wind.
Driving in mostly dark to El Dorado Hills.
Sipping latte, will need nap later.
May not go into work tomorrow.
New diet starts today–
No dairy, no carbs, no alcohol, no sweets. The latte I’m sipping, the only clemency. Any latte, forgiven. Moderate meat consumption.
2017 all over again. Couldn’t believe that wind. I feel bad joking about it, that it wouldn’t come, that the news was embellishing. Can’t beat myself up. Heard Soda Rock Winery is gone…. Want to move.
Writing is everything to you
if you call yourself a writer.
You let no ideas escape, you scribble everything.
There’s no such thing as a nothing, as something can can’t be penned.
Your sentences should convey your obsession with your story.
Building a sales or marketing funnel….
No. Collective and pervasive conversation is what you want.
Don’t “add people to your funnel”. There’s nothing genuine or promising in that act.
Learn the stories, the characters, find the like-notes and harmonies.
Behind in my NaNo
project. Have to write tonight…. Begging the story, my story, to make me write tonight.
Soon leaving for Corte Madera. Opportunity for new business and speaking Sonic, and have people be aware of me and my words.
Latte at home, fans still going drying out the ceiling from upstairs leak. Surprised how that happened, a bother, but teaching me more into homes and real estate, how homes are built and properties and their value… someone’s home, the beaming gravity of such.
I’m not too old for new interests and pursuits, no?
Old shot, reminding me
of time’s tenacity.
I need its speed exceed.
We all do.
Always in the story.
And scenes narrate the sense and its placement and decided setting.