Indecisive, just being honest.  What’s my focus, what is my subject matter, where am I an expert?

Then I realize, too many fucking questions.  Taking a walk around the office after this interview…

Interview over and day slows.  Meeting in 15 minutes, but nothing exceptionally pressing.

Speaking for myself.  Moving for SELF, my character now in this office.  Heading to the loft after, to check on it, and maybe just meditate for a bit.

Big decisions to be soon made.  Writer free I tell myself.  Stop thinking, stop trying to singularize and associate yourself with fucking hashtags and dominate themes.  That’s part of my business, or “brand”, the randomness of it all. 

And what am I, above everything – A.WRIT-ER.