hate that word but it’s true, and memories and visions of life writing in other countries… seeing other coffee spots, lounges, other music.

Writing all day, and all words posted.  Taking over my life with pages and entries.  Restroom again, one sec……..

Back in the manuscript mentality of ‘I Just DECIDED To STOP’.  From when I walked into Redwood.  The sounds and smells, some working on their laptops.  Workday just starting and I’m already not so much stressing but preoccupied with what I can finish.

More people in office today, not as low-volume as yesterday.  Doesn’t affect me really with the headphones on and this lofi.  Nurse already with patients she tells me, and this writer wants just that.  

Material.  Story and momentum, simplicity and singularity but still a richness page to page.

Still settling in, calm and relaxed, not paying much mind to the container I brought even after telling myself I won’t have that carried in the day-to-day.

TODAY’S CURRICULUM – How to simplify.  Everything.

Be that writing bloke in the Redwood Café sipping coffee slow not like I regularly do and finishing the goddamn book.

9:36 —> My music, now currently standing here, ZEN.  All of it.

More poetic, more engulfed in conviction and Composition.  Ready for more of it.  One manuscript after another.

The only plan.

Following the photographs from recent days past.

Exclamation in them, echoed.  Already today disclosing intentions, a rewrite massive and sweeping and harnessed to the character renewed.