What if I couldn’t write?

What if I took that away?

What would I create?

What I’m forcing myself to think….  Waking from the nap today, thinking “Not that want to stop anything, but deciding to devote more to me, invest more in character… test myself in all the ways.”

So, take away writing.

Write less.

Even when I think, “Oh shit, I’m a writer, I should write 1001 words a day.”

No.

Live.

Take pictures.

Build websites.

Build something.

In the garage today, putting wines and beer in the fridge I brought over from the loft…. Had me thinking about setting up a shop.

Start a new hobby…. Cars?  Home improvement?  Am I really thinking this?  Is it to late to be ‘that guy’?

Thoughts everywhere after looking at a dream house with the Nurse, a bit too far outside our reach, but our talk hasn’t stopped.

We, dreaming… dreaming together.

Putting all chips here, in the Nurse & Professor Vibez story.

There’s nothing else to do, but devote all these pages to my bride2be.  166 days away—