This month, I changed one of my morning habits. I did it to take advantage of the latte factor, but it has another benefit. Little changes are freeing for me. I resist routine. It can make life difficult because life is full of routine. I used to find after every break from it, I had to reexamine my life. If I don’t want to return to my normal, I would
If you ask me how my writing is going, I will tell you the book is currently stuck in the third paragraph of chapter 4 but this morning I thought of a way to skip the boring (good novels are life without the boring parts, Elmore Leonard says), so at least I have my heading. I swear if I can get myself out of this chapter, I can do anything.
I went to Baltimore for work again last month. I went a little unsteady, emotions-wise. I had a kindred spirit in Australia who had just passed away from ovarian cancer, quickly taken from her life – so similar to mine, from her husband she married the same year I married mine (twenty years ago), from her four children – the oldest two born the same years as my oldest.