day one, check!

Well look at that. Tonight I started the novel I've been thinking about for, oh, six years. Of course wading into it was the equivalent of swimming into Class VI Alaskan rapids with the hopes of channeling them through a silly straw, but I'm alive in the chill in any event.

Now, cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good.
When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move.

Aaand ... this orchid that has been massacred by tenacious ant colonies (plural), knocked by cats from a second-story balcony (repeatedly), and split and repotted by yours truly and her brutal tools has just started blooming on my first day writing this thing. When we look for indicators of universal support, it's nice to have such easily accessed signs.



And by the by, our mile time is now roundabout 9:30. I've got a 12k coming up this weekend. I'm feeling like setting a personal record.

"Never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never—in nothing, great or small, large or petty—never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense."

No such thing as impossible, only what's not yet happened. That earthquake the other day reminded me: time's only ever of the essence. I write now or I may never have written.