4/20/13. Leaving for work in a few. Today, nothing entering under shell. Laughing at it ALL. Went outside […]
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Malbec. My night’s varietal. Feels a little hot, writing here on couch. May be from the 1,000 words […]
Awake with Kerouac. 7:32am. Have to get ready for work. Already have papers to grade set aside, in […]
Checking in. 8:14am. Little later than I usually do. Starting with home-brewed coffee. Only two posts to this […]
Busy, in Reserve Room. Still, with the wind. Sipping, quite slow, Sauv Blanc. The ’12. Did a little […]
9:07pm. Back from Mom’s birthday dinner, Rosso’s. OF course the food was amazing, those artisanal pizzas they do, […]
journal, 4/12/13 Tired. Not even in much mood to write. The novel, definitely not being touched tonight. Need […]
Newness, art remedy, crawling Towards and away from pattern– But I’m moving, nonetheless. Truth comforted in Bordeaux, Another […]
Little Kerouac, down for his nap. Spread on couch, laptop on actual lap, looking outside. My phone says […]
Thought I was running out of writing steam. But not at all. Just as little Kerouac’s tireless, I […]