1000 words, logged. No more mocha, morning in decline. Working at St. Francis from 12-5p. Excited, as I […]
literary lunches
Gathering pages. Chore. Not as much fun as I thought it’d be. What did I expect? Did I […]
Seven minutes till I need separate from the desk. These lonely keys. One coffee in circulation. Just emailed […]
Now I feel better. Typed a poem I wrote yesterday, while walking in St. Francis’ Wild Oak Vineyard, […]
Foggy this morning. A car on each side of my XA. Ducks wading in directions not-at-all planned, in […]
12:39p. Literary lunch, but on Saturday. At Starbucks on 12 and Mission. Glare from ricocheting sun, from floor […]
12:58p. Left office at 12:47. Just now sitting to write, as I was confronted with stalls. But here […]
Thinking of artistic independence, the same way a winemaker would their own Autonomy. What should I do? And […]