Gnaw. Gnaw. Gnaw.

Today I am missing writing. It’s been almost two months since I worked on anything, and until today, I’ve barely felt it.

But today I feel that gnawing in my belly.

Gnaw. Gnaw. Gnaw.

It’s a glorious, frustrating feeling. And my brain is all full of stories and words and rhythms that want to come out.

So tomorrow, Saturday, I’ve made a date with myself to sit down and write. Andrew will have Tully all to himself for a few hours, and I’ll head down to Jamaica Blue (our coffee shop) with my computer.

It won’t be easy. I’ve only been away from Tulliver once since September 26...and that was only to run to the store.

But Andrew is excited about their together time...and the coffee shop is in our apartment building...so maybe I’ll do okay.