6:54. I just heard the kids’ door.

Perhaps they can be bribed with cupcakes and movies to give me time to write??? It is Friday, we don’t have anywhere to go for once. I can probably give the book an hour if my bribes work, which they’ve seemed to for the moment.

Let’s settle for a moment. Drifting down through layers of V-day bullshit, money thoughts, thoughts about “how little time I have” (that’s my favorite recording at the moment, would love to just shut that one off), how I just need to be able to “relax” but maybe that’s more of a state of mind?

Relaxed exertion, wasn’t that it?

Okay, the book.

What is needed is a few minutes to get back into it, and then some time to write, and probably time in there to think about where we’re at and where we need to go. Working remains working as long as I don’t get distracted by non-book business. So let’s just try to do that, focus, and when I get lost, to bring it back, gently.

I can do this.

Going in.