Tag: love

…one place.  Here.  This page and the ones that follow.  Writing anymore becomes odd for me.  A tricky feel.  The thoughts about my character need jazz, so I turn to Coltrane, “I’m Old Fashioned”, the remastered version.  I know what I’m doing, what I’m going to do.  Surprised I’m this awake with how late I to bed went.  I rose, write, more coffee, more jazz, more sight and plans for how the day’s to delineate itself in my life, the life of the day itself.  I want today to be different, and different in a way that defines and decides the life of me and those around me, favorably.  That is, the impact I have, on their life, the Mike Madigan they meet today…