on the book in the middle of the afternoon. Things compete. Maybe I should take a nap on the floor. Maybe I should do some other ‘to-dos’. Maybe I should write out a long processing monologue on me and money and what does a right purchasing decision look like? How can one tell? Maybe I should give up an hour of my me-day to take the kids to the library.

Or maybe I’ll just work on the book. If that is the case, then here is what I would like:

I would like a solution to my thinking problem. Actually, I’m not even sure what the problem is…I am having a hard time wrapping my head around this part of the book.

Why? Well, because it is crux-like, or at least, the set-up for the crux. And I don’t like the pressure of the crux. Is that true? The truth is that I really really want to get it right. The truth is that I don’t want to fuck it up. What is MORE true than not wanting to fuck it up is that I really want to put the conditions in place for this part and this story to live up to its fullest possible potential in terms of osmotic communication and ultimate impact. Is that too ambitious? No. It’s not. That shit is doable.

So then. The thing is, we are coming to the heart of the story, the jumping off place for where everything is going to fall apart to come together. (Things fall apart in the middle, says Havi. That’s what middles are for.)

Okay. I think I’ve talked myself into wanting to tackle this thinking problem right now. No word counts necessary today, love, but best thinking effort required.

Going in.