The issue is my hands. Dale will order software, the Dragon, for me today. I am the year of the Dragon I am Dragon God blows fire from his nostrils he is Dragon if I can move from pen to typewriter to keyboard from paper to computer screen, then I can learn to compose without my hands. It's terrifying. But when the devil drives. Is driving. One must do whatever it takes. And who knows? I am such a lazy sloth of a person I may prefer it.
When I'm bearing down on a book when I'm pushing the baby out I don't read books. When I began to pull this thing together, I read Anne Lamott and it fucked up changed morphed my voice. Which would be a fine thing when I'm not in the process of binding a book with a certain tone. I'm the most suggestible of the suggestible. One of those sad weak-spined folks who can't hold on to her conviction what she believes her own opinion because sitting with you and listening to your argument I start to think yes, yes. You could be completely right about this.
Don't crawl up in my mouth head hands belly funny bones and fuck with my writing.
It's overcast and should rain a lot. Which means I will write a lot. Which means I will be happy a lot.