08:35 in office.  Centering on SELF, I wrote on the way here, voicing into the phone which I’m doing more and more.

First more coffee.  Been in the office maybe ten minutes.

Ready for EVERYTHING.  No more trials, no more auditions, no more envisage.  Just actuations, from this clock.

Driving over, tired, but the ideas giving a writer extra BEAT.  Journaling in mind and not voicing into any device, observing traffic and the faces I can see when I can on the commute.

Teaching today, and the dominant idea and feel is passion.  There is passion in anything, potentially.  Working with the idea, having it speak to me…. Coffee still hot, but cooling.  Agreeable, talking to me.  I don’t need to personify it.

It’s autonomous, working and narrating on its own.  It doesn’t need me, but I desperate for more contact.

Meeting in 14 minutes, then class.  Idea I’m bringing to the meeting, ‘The living, breathing THING. That WE built.”

Then I’m provoked by my own entry.  Interesting…