today i woke up early to make tyler french toast and see him off for this first day of the semester. he left, i stood on the cold porch and drank hot coffee while watching the dog do his bizniz. then we trooped back into the warmth of the house, at which point seamus streched out on the bed and i hunched over the laptop, fingers punching keys and forming words. i wrote all morning - rewrote two pages of my novel in progress, made a tentative return to poetry with two short pieces, wrote a brief biography about tyler (per his request) and figured out some stuff as far as actually sending my work out into the world goes. and i feel good about what i accomplished during the time between nine a.m. and noon. i feel like i am actually being a writer instead of talking about being a writer. now all i have to do is keep this up.

or else.

in other news, i think when i am ready to leave texas (in about 2 years) i will move to vermont. i want a small cabin in the woods with my very own office, a shed for tyler, and a fenced in yard for the dog. i want to be closer to new york, closer to home, my family, my friends, but not too close. i will have to force myself to like winter, though. take up cross-country skiing or something. find the bright side.

look at me. finally settled and already planning the next earthquake. whatever happened to the moment, i ask myself? what, indeed.