The 18-yard drive

It's a sunny day and I'm inside on the computer. Not so unusual from my teen years onward. But my focus is sharper than normal days, reminisce of the lock-yourself-in-the-library-and-finish-this thesis afternoons. I keep going today because I'm afraid if I don't, the wheels will slow and I'll be aimless again instead of pushing ahead.

As my emotions have calmed down in recent months, years, even, we haven't met much, Word is Bond. But I always come back for you.

notes on a novel

Summarizing scenes in my manuscript:

“Marcos is like, WTF is your deal? with Juliana joining in, and Savannah’s all, STFU, you don’t know my life.”