digging though boxes of old pages, even going so far as to start his own little publishing house. We talked before I went on my wedding and honeymoon leave, in the market break room. He told me that one manuscript he’d been touching here and there for over TEN YEARS. No judgement at all from…
Tag: Daily Habits
Ides of September.
Same mood, but amplified today. Fearless and confident and not explaining much. Owing no explanation. Well, anywhere. To anyone. Between the exits, where the ideas find me, where the confidence builds and these words circle and sing and stampede for me. This morning’s drive, maybe just another one, or maybe not. Office now, of course,…