It makes me really happy to look at this:
Look at all those chapters! It’s like a real book-type thing! (Secret: Chapter 6 currently consists of the word “Six” and the sentence “I was at the police station forty minutes later.” It feels so good to open up that next file when I’ve finished a chapter, I can’t help myself.)
😀
Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my mouth
They hot, like the jail cell in the South…
This morning, I woke up
Feeling brand new, I jumped up
Feeling my highs, and my lows
In my soul, and my goals…
“Get By,” Talib Kweli
It’s going to be a good week. Wrote 2 more pages in very relaxed fashion yesterday. Am totally obsessed with the above song. Now have more than 2 weeks to write 5 more pages. CAKE! May just knock it off in the next few days. I’d love to get so massively ahead of my schedule that I have to redo the whole thing. Happy Monday.