11/3/25

I wrote a little more than 900 words in my Paper House doc. Got to a nice stopping place. Or... somewhere I might have liked to continue, but did not. So mysterious how to impulsion to write comes upon me, and falls away. Nora said, "Great writing comes on that way, the seeds of a great project do I mean... And then the routine comes in I guess in filling it out." I know what comes next. I put a little space between the inevitable scene, and the short bit of dialogue that follows

update: wrote 600 more words on my 3-mile walk