It's hot and muggy. I'm listening to John Mayer's new CD (Paradise Valley) when I'm not listening to the new Tedeschi/Trucks or new Buddy Guy. Mayer's CD has a really nice version of J.J. Cale's "Call Me the Breeze."
I'm bedeviled by the Appearances manuscript. I have all these different possible next moves in my head that aren't resolving into anything concrete. Staring at a screen unproductively for hours gets old.
Yesterday's "Seven Things" post was, in some ways, a little break to see if I can still make a few little poems.
Ambitious writing isn't a bad thing, but it's a tightrope act sometimes. There are moments when I wonder if Appearances is an insane project.
Trying to learn guitar and trying to write my crazy ass excuse for a novel at the same time (and at my advanced age) seem to be reinforcing all of my doubts about myself. Ah, well... it's the course I've chosen and I'm sticking to it.