Who’s to come? I’m guessing no one. So I watch the clock and think about going to get […]
Coffee
in the mood to write. Or do anything. Not even— ugh, not a mood so much as it […]
up early, just after 5, I have time to collect and introspect a bit here at 12 & […]
7:14, up with Emma downstairs. Last cup of coffee made. And me, wondering how this day’s to do. […]
After the day’s length and intensity, I’m drained and very much surrendered. The mood has landed on my […]
I’m tired, eager for something to happen with the writing— part of me wants to just say ‘fuck […]
6:56.. with 4 shot mocha, writerfather sits in the cozy adjunct cell, optimistically a-jitter. Nothing to hand back, […]
Afar but not Too Barely have the energy for this meditation. Definitely not for a thousand word work. […]
of coffee. Writing fathers, or this one in this entry, this morning.. need coffee like fish need their […]
Sipping coffee, about to have some Chardonnay, I think. Need to go check on Emma… Asleep, soundly. Ms. […]