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#blogeverythingnow HAPPINESS. Imagine that.

13:12.  Need to get out of house, go for a drive.  Maybe to store…

Does a lot for the mind, just a drive.  It’s true, I’ve found, especially as I’ve gotten, well, older.

Teaching self to think differently.

Teaching SELF to always see SELF in capitalized form, not just the visual but feeling.

Learning a out SELF, how I got here, what I need to do next, and how certain voices need by muted.

Not sure I’ll hit the word goal in the NaNoWriMo doc, but I’ll get a little more in there.  Writing about writing in November, the month I vowed and still vow to change all this shit.

Learning to calm down, not let the nay-saying blather build our accrue any significant speed, or any speed.

Teach SELF something, now!  I say to myself in the Nurse’s home office, grateful and missing her and thinking of her story – what she always says, “Tell me I can’t, I’ll prove you wrong every time.”

Such a badass, that girl.  I swear, and still say, how the FUCK did I get so lucky?

Most recent lesson I’ve learned, tomorrow’s EVERYDAY journal prompt.  Honestly, that I can still teach SELF… that I can trick myself into different mode and mind and encapsulating manuscript.

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#blogeverythingnow HAPPINESS. Imagine that. Health/Wellness just writing LOVE!!!!! wine

Already behind in NaNo, but I’m not giving up.  That’s my problem, and more so as I age, giving up.

Over 300 words, at the laptop here in Vacaville.  Cold outside, up early ‘cause of DST, and time for coffee.  The writer needs caffeine.  So away go-eth this cute Nurse and I.

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#blogeverythingnow HAPPINESS. Imagine that. Health/Wellness just writing LOVE!!!!!

11-1-24

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08:13

I did it.

500+ words already in my latest NaNo effort.  First in years.  The topic… yes.

Nurse still asleep I believe, but her coffee order on the nightstand next to her.

Kids all up and fed.  Me, out of bed before 07:20 I think.  Definitely awake, and in a novel writer’s prance.  Thought about the opening paragraph early this morning, like around 05:15 or :25, narrating to myself.

That hasn’t happened in a long, long time.

November, my favorite month if you didn’t know, and I need shit to change.  Almost immediately.

Getting back to wine, telling wine stories, the classroom and reading with students, developing ideas.  Not obsessing over a fucking funnel, and what the ‘MRC’ is.

Putting it all out there, for my character.  Me yes, but the one in the novel.

08:18, haven’t had a start to a day like this in a long time.  Keeping my daughter’s smile present in thoughts, yesterday when I dropped off her costume.  I want that level of smile, joy, freedom.  Like nothing’s wrong in this world or any.

Writing my way toward that.  And with a novel.  1,667 words a day.  So my journal entries should be short, right?  Save the energy for the characters…..  I know where he is going, where he will land.