Work every day. No matter what has happened the day or night before, get up and bite on the nail.
The cool, wet days that have come with April are a blessing. I feel no tug to be outside digging in the dirt instead of writing in the silence and solitude of my woman cave. I’ve established a routine: write until noon, lose at chess while lunching with Gerry, then get out and do something in the afternoon.
Perfect for now.