Last pomodoro of the morning, then I can be free. It is hard to re-enter. The inertia of all of those blank days with no x’s. Let’s start again. Get out the notes. Write 200 words on anything. One pomodoro earns the x. And then we can go outside.
the cultural and familial assumption of the supremacy of the left brain. The rational, logical stuff, which I definitely have, I mean that’s the side that’s good at language. But to come to terms with the fact that I might be EVEN MORE right brained. And to allow it. And to stand up for it. And defend it. Permission to be an artist. Still a very big deal.
I suppose we can’t let the kids watch ALL DAY, I mean I would probably have it in me to do so, but let’s use the time I have right now wisely. Let’s start with the Catbirds. Let’s work on it as though it is finish-able, just for a fun thought exercise, yes? As though the work on it is finite and there is an end to it and the more work I do right now is less that I have to do later and is all the closer to the end goal, which is to truly finish it. Let’s…
