Drive taking no longer than usual. Office now, standing and simplifying, closing docs I don’t need open. One of the most prominent points in my presentation Wednesday, quick as it will be as I’m teaching that day and Friday, is singularization. Tightening resource count. 9:47 AM ::: Coffee, calm. Not many in the office. First…
Tag: amwriting
Back from lunch, and thinking about hearing NO in the Field, at the door. As a new Rep.
Here’s where I need to empathize of course, and also urge them to bring themselves to a place of laughing at it, to some degree. Seeing it as an invite to learn, grow, try something new. Not just take the easy way out and surrender, stop canvassing. In total trainer mode today, I thought walking…
Running out of battery, and again forgot my bloody charger at home. So.. some words before lunch.
Taking a breath, a pause and collecting SELF. Listening to the activity of the office. Every voice I hear is cheerful, relaxed even when in the pulse of productivity. Notes for next week’s session.. Taking some of my own instruction and carving it into my habits and mood, everything about me this Thursday. Clear, CONFIDENT,…
coffee stains for medals
half-dead laptopwounded animal. I don’t “wake up.”resurrect.claw from graveOf sleep and doubtAnd the same questionsThat chewed my nerves yesterday. No more.Not today.Today is blunt force.Today is fangs.Today is singular. She, the only solver, healer—My need for her — InexplicableAngel flight into the clean war. Composition. Dreams…Polite battles fought.But meTrench-rot and inkfire.
Wallet Stillness
Early morning for the Nurse and I. She needing to be at some conference, committee she’s on, early. And at a different campus. Me getting home and drafting something I need send later. Not letting it distract me from writing…. From building. Singularizing. Coffee on the mind. The coffee place down the Road and ……
Soon. All I’m going to say.
Found a new attitude and perspective, early this morning after an odd dream I can’t remember now but I felt uncomfortable and hesitant not so much scared to fall back into any peculiar or startling image-scape. NEWNESS, like the Students at SRJC and I used to talk about with Kerouac’s Road. Writer, new experiences…. The…
1:44 PM. Kids inside with me, well over fucking 90 outside.
Taking time to write in the DECIDED project. Life is good, I messaged the Nurse. And it is. I can only credit her with most if not all of it. Not thinking, after his morning’s MeMeeting. The deliberation is a stall. Not sure a tactic but habit I cut like excessively long hair. Hear the…
Emma behind me having conversations with herself and imaginary characters over the button pushing and sounds of a toy cash register.
I smile and laugh a little to myself, she doesn’t hear me. Just continues with her business and play. “What kind of business are you running, Mama?” “Grocery market.” The simplicity and firmness of her answer makes me smile again. So into character, so dedicated and exploratory with her language. Finish the latte, planning day…
Vacaville. 11:14
Calm and monitoring SELF, emotions and thoughts and where my visions reside. Nurse readying for a birthday party, with food trucks I’m told. Jealous, a food truck sounds incredible right now. Just a touch after 10, oh well. May write in Sonoma, on the Square somewhere. Poetry only I’m promising myself – MUSIC. Songs, new…
Thinking in terms of playbooks, after the scribbling in journal, about Time and how you can’t order it
on Amazon, I joked after logging what I bought the other day, arriving yesterday and the Nurse bringing in while closing downstairs before bed. 8:43. Calm. Latte done and about to make an espresso shot downstairs in a sec. Day is busy, calendar full. Fuller than full. So, I assign in curriculum. Around the concept…
Key behaviors. Of a writer.
Poet. Freeness, exploration, self0-education and elevation, creation. Simplicity over complication. When settling in after lunch I’m ablaze and a bit touchy with ideas. Not settling, not stopping, and not forgetting about myself and MY aims. Further anchoring my Road, what I want to do. And why not. One life one opening, the excess concern surround…
9:23 AM in office. Settling. Stopped at Redwood Café to use the restroom. Overtook with nostalgia,
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…
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