I’m going to talk about book more today, dear cult collective.
As much as I am nearly blindsided by my present surroundings and scenario, my focus diligently remains in one direction: Book.
I am basically in the center of many-a-Writer’s wet dream at the moment. Dead smack in the middle of Manhattan. Stunning studio space with views it would take a few lifetimes to write about. Sure, my personal life is fucked…
But what better time to get to work? And besides, it’s for the puppies after all.
The apartment mantra did wonders. I need to start on the book / farm house / fly puppies to the US mantras.
… those ones are going to take a bit longer to manifest.
Good thing I’m focussed. I’ve got one year.