month of ups and downs, just like the weather. thoughts riding a rollercoaster. no halt, just slowing down. then speeding up. then collapsing, turning, laughing, crying, wincing, pining.
and there’s been a lot of planning. i want to move as soon as possible. quit my lease. this tiny place still feels like my home, but i am ready for another. new memories in that one, too.
working forty hours a week, few days off, mind went blank. stress. but laughter in the breaks.
then at the café, and in my bed at home, sometimes on the carpet, i read and write and decide on covers for my books. dreaming of getting published as i type away a manuscript i will be unsure of a few months in the future. i edit what i shouldn’t and avoid what i should alter.
read: jane: a murder / it’s kind of a funny story