Back to the Paper...

I've been working in some rather unorthodox circumstances for the last week, as though I am holding my breath or hurrying through my writing so that I could go do something else.

Today is all about the writing.

I get to stay home, pull the old typing desk out of the corner and place it where I can look out the window, and work my way through all kinds of projects, that before San Diego, I was keeping perfect pace with. I have quite the list.

And my heart is finally calm, with no rush or flutter.

Write on.