Lovely weather today. We ran errands and I ordered a double short latte from *bucks. Half the milk, all the espresso, fifty cents less. Yum.

The xm radio is all hooked up to the living room stereo, so I listened to music very loudly as I did chores and stuff this afternoon. I think this will work out, but I am still determined to get a signal at my office.

Lately I have been forcing myself to write. Not just my usual writing, but actual fiction. It’s been pretty difficult. I was a prolific fiction writer in high school. Instead of paying attention in class, I would work on my “novel.”

So the thing I am working on now exists mostly in my head, but is quite incoherent and disorganized and conceptual. I have written down a few pages, and rewritten them all several times. My main issue appears to be patience and slowness. I need to come to terms with the fact that writing a book does not actually take a month, in spite of the success of nanowrimo — which is, let’s face it, just a glorified exercise. Writing a book can take a year or ten. So once I have accepted that one page in three hours is okay, then I can relax into the love of my life again. Which was always writing.

In other news, I am hoping that AJ doesn’t show up to spring training looking like Bobby Jenks with a mullet. Please lord.