THE CHIVES are holding forth.
I learned Donald Miller keeps pretty much the same schedule as me and, for some reason, I feel affirmed. A day’s writing begins the night before.
I’m feeling dramatic, like I could walk around all day talking like Katherine Hepburn.
I’m throwing out all my old nail polishes and using only Butter London Foundation and Hardwear top coat. Okay, that’s a lie. I’m not throwing out all my old anything. 🙂
Some items on my to-do list have been there over a year. Some, over two.
I might try to talk my friend who is coming over in half-an-hour for a bike ride OUT of the bike ride and into just sitting around with a couple of iced teas and chatting. But if she seems keen on the bike ride, I’ll go along.
The best exercise for the writing muscle is an ordinary letter.
Good leftovers rock.