A first draft and some thoughts on reading to a drunk crowd.

Dreaming as a process.

Working through what stops me from writing.

Those days nothing moves.

Between a river and a freeway.

The dusty things I carry.

Moving to a final draft.

Each plant has something to say.

You must know…

Energy comes and goes. Consistency brings results.

Another day another list.

This will be a place of writing freely.