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.
Welcome to The Little Mornings. This site is shiny and pretty, thanks to the good people at the HLS Berkman Center, but it’s nothing more than a log of my attempt to write a literary novel in one calendar year. There’s lots of explanation about the site, my mission, and the title in the “Bienvenidos,” “Schedule,” and “What are TLM?” links above you, so please read.
This site isn’t Peanut Butter Burrito II. There will be no recipes, conversation logs, book reviews, or even law school rants. It’s only for page counts, writing progress, happy dances, and temper tantrums as I make my way toward my goal – or not. If you’re a friend, a writer, or someone who likes a little schadenfreude, then come back and visit me.
There probably won’t be posts more than twice a week, but we’ll see. Please tell me if any page or feed doesn’t work. Thanks for dropping in.