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.


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.
love, Andrea


Above my writing desk, taped on the wall, is this present from my last writing class instructor:

Concerning all acts of initiative and creation, there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents, meetings, and material assistance which no man could have dreamed would come his way.

Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.

Begin it now.

– Goethe