First Day
Okay, I started.
I wanted to write at home, but it was so messy I had a nervous breakdown and Dan sent me out to Starbucks. They were playing loud folk music and it was raining and I had to sit too near the door. I had a bizarre panic attack about what to name the file and where to keep it. I know. But then I calmed down and wrote three pages. And as I left they played “I Am A Rock,” which isn’t a happy song, but I played it to my Houston students to teach them metaphor and they loved it, so I have a sweet memory when I hear it.
I’m certainly not going to post every day I write. I just wanted to say I officially started. Phew.
“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” And it’s often the hardest. Way to go! We’re proud of you!