Saturday, March 3, 2012
I now have a 50-page proposal on my desktop, along with dozens of books, hundreds of clothespinned pages, many flowery file folders, and a glass of two-day-old water. It looks like the wind blew through. It looks like something's cooking. It looks like it's time to call this day an actual day.
Tomorrow I will wade in here and see what damage I have done.