Coffee brewing in the pot from the grounds dumped in last night. Cardboard recycling managed to make its way to the curb. Busses rolling by with their heavy turbine sounds. One dog whines and the other says nothing. Here it is, morning again. It comes every time until it doesn’t and when it doesn’t we’ll never know so the truth is that it comes every time. Counting words as though somehow just emptying my mind onto this page isn’t enough. I did make a deal with a colleague to write one hundred words every morning and this is exactly that.
Write the words.
Hold ourselves accountable.
Do the things.