Composure is part of the composition. Protect the quiet that lets you think clearly.Care for the mind doing the work.Move with intention, not urgency. Not everything deserves access to your attention. Don’t let the day untie you.
Tag: amwriting
Zen Den writing… hear people in the break room on the other side of the wall, but I’m ignoring them. Working with the scene set.
Returned to fiction yesterday, then placing the piece I wrote in GPT for some insight, workshopping, like a book club-esque reaction. Interesting, what populates. But, the more important aspect, the practice… I’m writing fiction. This most recent one, about quota, and sales, and the hitting quota but realizing that, at some point, you don’t want…
Quickly nearing noon.
Writing more in verse, than paragraph. Just what I need, more freedom and liberation in what speak I offer, be it self or a reader. Birds outside, sounding different. And the peace about me, also different. More set and molecular, something. 11:41 The world continues to open without explanation. Me…. Deciding to do the same….
Started to see so much, that I already observed, but, I don’t know.. more.
Morning and day still in beginning frames. And I find something in the paragraphs, just sitting here like any other morning but maybeeeeeee…. It’s the kids being here. Or the fact tomorrow’s Father’s Day and I’m thinking about my dad and everything he’s taught me. To think for myself… To get THAT out of my…
Reach
For tree Sense optional But keep going Stand your ground You look strong Juggler, tricks, cycle Is it sweet, dessert putrid They won’t get it, shame I’ll never be maimed Fantasy books, they want you to look And empathize, no eyes just ear hustled What a weird hustle, but there’s an audience Contrived boldness is…
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14:10. Time for some coffee. Call in 20 minutes with the Dallas Market Manager…. The strength I felt earlier today has only heightened, like the Sales Heights I write about so often. Coffee, a small and regular not too strong, and while waiting for it.. I DECIDED. Book done by 3/31/26. YES. It has to…
Nothing is stopping you today.
Nothing. No one. Not allowed. The motions you fear are mostly painted on thin air, convincing only because you keep staring at them. Step forward anyway. Momentum is a quiet rebellion. One small action becomes a second, then a third, until doubt has nowhere left to stand. Today does not require perfection. It only asks…
10:11 ::::: Break. Just talking with this student, who used to teach high school Spanish at a charter school in the city…
Me, sleepy, fighting to be more lively. 13:57 Class done. Sitting with no music though now I think I need some. Written earlier… Note to self: You cannot train hunger.You cannot train kindness.You cannot train curiosity. You can only create a space where those things either show up or they don’t. …so true. Thought about…
Back from gym. Didn’t hit 10k on belt, but went over 6. Self-care.. SELF.CARE.
Can’t say it enough to myself. Doing something that makes you not just happy but feel fucking wildly alive. 13:15, heading to shower in couple minutes. Rain, some wind, not in the mood to do much. Need to get outside though, where should I go? Thinking coffee, or just stay here. Force myself to stay…
Cleaning. That’s the goal this morning. Not physical cleaning of like things on the desk although there’s a bit of that too, yes.
More of a life acknowledgment and appreciation. What I see, day to day. Today I attack stress, and give myself some relief. Breathe, don’t freak out, be more fucking honest with yourself. This is something that scribbled in my head yesterday, literally writing itself and for some reason I didn’t take the however many…
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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…
Trying to write more poetry. And honestly….
Only that. In verse. No long paragraphs and no conventional structure. What’s tattooed on both forearms?? VERSE. No prose. So… Here I fly, new throws, boat rowed. 15:39 and needed new modes. From the stage, the theatre that for some reason refuses to halt, or breathe, so that needs to be me— Survivalist, my attention…