It was a Roby day today, Abby was working. She woke up screamin’ but went to bed and slept for another hour, then she woke up smiling. We made eggs and she ate none. We heated up some of mom’s fried breakfast apples, she ate one or two bites. Then we went on a long nap walk where I wrote for most of it, I wrote some fiction, chapter three, and I texted back friends and even did a tiny bit of work. Incredible how productive you can be on your phone if you have a mind to be.

Writing while walking is the ticket for me, that feels for sure.

I recall when texting became popular, when I was in about 9th or 10th grade. I referenced the boondocks in saying that I was opposed to anything done entirely with our thumbs. How I would frown now, to see my first actual attempt at novel writing to gain any traction…done with thumbs.

It’s still very short, very much the beginning, but I can see the flow from here, I can see getting carried away.

Just like chipping away for an hour or two at the apartment or whatever woodworking project, I can see how consistent effort might actually get us somewhere by close of day.

Will I become a famous author making loads of money off of what I write with my thumbs? Probably not, but if I don’t write a novel by the time I die, well, that’d be stupid. There’s loads of things I’d be stupid not to have done by then, and I won’t do most of them. But this one, writing that novel, it just feels spectacularly obvious given everything about me.

Anyways I wrote a bit while we walked then we got home and had a snack of popcorn and apples with peanut butter. When she’s older maybe we’ll watch a day movie, but we didn’t today because it was too sunny for the projector. So we sang songs and took a bath instead. And I read her books while she sat in my lap and turned the pages before they were done.

It was nice.