the day has dictated itself to me, like a faithful secretary, I take notes:
plans will only get you so far.
you wanted to write today, but instead you are going to get drunk at 3 in the afternoon.
as soon as you are ready to write, there will be a knock on your door. answer it.
it will be your friend who you haven't talked to in too long.
talk with her.
she will suggest midday margaritas. drink them. eat too much mexican food while you're at it.
walk down sunset. push shopping carts and ride quarter horses. admire the sidewalk art.
admire everything.
see new things you pass everyday.
plan to spend the whole day doing what you hadn't planned.
a day spent is not wasted.
now, write...
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