…..attention away from it. Haven’t eaten anything all day, just realized. Obsessing in the world and notion, somewhat fantasy of a small business. Wrote several thoughts in journal, that f… | Continue reading
changing the subject. The new year, relationships, conversations, work…. Doing what you want for a “job” and then it’s not that word, nothing like it. Thought about this in the Safeway isles … | Continue reading
Over 2000 words for day, here and the letter to Uncle. Just thought of deer, that I’d see at Steve and Linda’s house when I was young. From the bedroom window then one night when a horrible s… | Continue reading
Wait a minute… a drive, go look at properties. Nah…. What else to do with the day. Said we could work from home this week and not come to office if we chose. So…. Here I am.… | Continue reading
Windsor, fascinating me this morning from the building types and shapes, colors and angles to the brick strip of a crosswalk from one side of Windsor River to other. In chair, thought by thought… a… | Continue reading
Surprised with how much I wrote yesterday. Pleased. Day in the office by myself, rewarding and utilized fully. Now at desk with new chair, xmas gift. Content, eager for the … | Continue reading
I lost count, I think 15 or so, moving slow Tired, sluggish slug | Continue reading
Happiness, manifesting without trying Easy shift in attitude. That’s all. | Continue reading
12:50 at Starbucks. 3-shot latte, not that I need it (Why did I get one…? Shit.), egg whit bites. Laptop at 28%. Won’t be here long. Only one other person in here, guy at sm… | Continue reading
Can’t connect laptop to wifi… will go to Starbucks for lunch, write a bit there, have a small latte. In office by myself. This floor used to give me the creeps more but now I’m used to the we… | Continue reading
Not much traffic, and I didn’t expect any. Nerves about this week and starting the new year, that I was feeling yesterday, gone. For the most part. Just going to focus on starting conversations, … | Continue reading
Life and how abbreviated it is…. Not fair. But the way it is. 10:48, leaving soon I think. Taking this time to be with ME… meditation in this chair, before speaking to any human. Peace…. I’m o… | Continue reading
Final days of the year, starring the new year. 2023 is when it happens. I know that. I’ll write that and all its steps. Stop thinking…. Wine and tech, the commute tomorrow, and it… | Continue reading
And xmas is done. This morning trying to take an early nap but my thoughts and circuitry, nerves, body and everything in my character forbid. So off couch and upstairs for shower, finish coffee n… | Continue reading
Thinking…. The kids. They determine everything, while they ARE the EVERYTHING. More in business, and only for them. Tomorrow’s outing, the first. Maybe start a new doc on it. … | Continue reading
Something I started a log time ago, with videos. Now, with notes. Sketches. Nothing has to be complete or conventionally structured… in fact I’d prefer it not be. Power nap, then back… 2:56, thi… | Continue reading
What wines I’m set to meet, the people, Rooms. Tomorrow. Nothing planned other than Sebastopol I believe… lunch at Ramen Gaijin, one my favorite lunch spots anywhere in the county. Katie tell… | Continue reading
Back at loft for a bit before heading back to Santa Rosa’s eastern side. In office.. not letting self feel anxious as I was, thinking “I need to clean the house before leaving…” No I don’t.&… | Continue reading
Henry and Emma back in the loft proper. 10:48… what the…? Time is starting to piss me off. Wrote a note to Uncle Stevie… in this new year, more humor. Making fun of, well, all of … | Continue reading
Happy Christmas Eve, Emma says to Jack and I, and Henry I guess, once settled in the loft. Thinking about next week, why am I doing that to myself. Focus on NOW… here with the kids, with your… | Continue reading
Thought the kids were tired and would want to go to bed as soon as we landed back a the loft. But no. Second wind… more like a 20th and 30th. So I have some time in the nook to note about Mo… | Continue reading
Check into work again and…. Tumbleweeds. 1:46pm bath done, kids still content, me getting hungry. Tired. Not sure why but sleep last night not steady. Why am I having so muc… | Continue reading
Starbucks breakfast again for the big kids, Henry not showing much interest in anything but relaxing on the couch watching Paw Patrol. Sales story still deathly quiet…. Message the other MF BDM, wi… | Continue reading
Need more coffee. Maybe one more cup before a Starbucks run with the kids after getting the littlest Beat. Not much happening this morning with sales story, plenty to say about it… too much, … | Continue reading
….. Jack up first but sleeping in a bit which for him is unusual. Coffee to start. Not in the mood for espresso. Had a dream last night about touring with a book I finished, talki… | Continue reading
Moods like earlier, deleterious and in a way that is now more seen by me. Who knows about others. Notes, more of them… parenting, health, coffee, books, happiness… business…. Building one of my ow… | Continue reading
Write your way through and out of your angst, sadness, whatever impedes you from living and loving every layer of your life. | Continue reading
So I went upstairs, logged into the account, for reason just had the thought of changing the pin with which he was dueling. We did, I figured it out, he entered new credentials…. And, placidi… | Continue reading
Should be working, but nothing’s happening. Checking in again…. Nothing, other than an email saying we’ll be observing New Year’s Day on 1-2-23. Okay…. One more gift, my sister.&n… | Continue reading
Date looks funny again. 4 shot latte made here at home. No milk though, nor whip, nor cinnamon. So yes, just 4 shots of espresso. Leaving to get the kids in a little over an hour, so I’ll be work… | Continue reading
now in a productive spin. Thinking about the new year and how I want to be more like Dad with systems and habits and practices, HOW I WRITE… less Mike Madigan. BUT, the New Mike Madigan could just… | Continue reading
journal 12-20-22 8:56 Home from dinner. Saw an old coworker. No mood to write. Dim Sum at work, not bad. Just want to relax. Working at home tomorrow so promising to w… | Continue reading
Espresso to start, but will use some of the money I put on my Starbucks card, yesterday. Need to be better about doing that. Why I put I think $25 on it. Was it 25? Finally, good sleep last nigh… | Continue reading
Oh…. And I put on laundry. Just one batch planned for night. Wanted to note that. You’re welcome. Yay for me… and why am I still writing. Checking on quesadilla. Just checked, I t… | Continue reading
Chips and sales here in the loft, then a “Daddy Quesadilla” as Jack and I call it. Was saying to myself I don’t know how I made it trough the day then I do. I wrote it that way. I made it ha… | Continue reading
Can’t wait for my Sunday in the room. Not paying attention to time. It doesn’t matter, doesn’t exist, doesn’t land in the observations of someone like me. Even the term evergreen, unacceptable. … | Continue reading
Idea of ignoring time is fascinating to me, and I’m all but certain a fiery factor in this writer equation. What is the “Writer Equation”? The steps to writing for a living. “Writing fo… | Continue reading
Out of shower a bit ago and in office, music, me, quiet… ignoring time completely. Maybe not completely, but mostly. Chris’ll be here in a bit so I’m not forcing self to do anything but… | Continue reading
8:02, gonna check on Emma again. Still not up, I say something sweet to her and “good morning, baby” but she’s not interested, replying in her just-waking whine voice-horn, “Stooooooooooooop…..” Ba… | Continue reading
Up earlier than usual on a Saturday. Jack telling me about the business he plans on doing later with a friend of his… his stories are intricate, detail-doused and character-driven. Telling me abo… | Continue reading
Something’s off this morning, something distracting me. Thoughts on what it could be, but ignored. More caffeine. Possibly more after the latte, who knows. Cold outside, car said … | Continue reading