Love this little boy

Tilden Park Little Farm, 2020.

Reading through one of the hardest parts

I'm doing this. This shit is good.

Joni Mitchell, "All I Want"

I wanna talk to you
I wanna shelter you
I wanna renew you
Again and again

Oh boy

I've gotten to the real shit. The shit that's going to piss people off. Let it. Let it.

As I'm proofing my pages

Supertramp's "Goodbye Stranger" comes on my headphones. These lines in particular:

Well, I really have enjoyed my stay
But I must be moving on

It speaks to something pretty deep in the book. I won't say what it is. I'll just say it's there. 

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Wesley

I miss this big jerkface. I was telling a friend about him the other day. Wesley, I wrote this book because you told me to. Fuck. 

Seven years ago I first saw you

And last night, when your daddy and I were bickering, you came to me. "Listen to my heart," you said. "And I want to listen to yours."

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Proud of this paragraph

We laugh, but not easily. For a moment there is a silence and it’s not totally unwarranted, not entirely unwanted; it gives us a breath to look at what someone, somewhere, created. I don’t know what kind of an eye it takes to craft nature. I can barely write a sentence sometimes. I used to think about that when I looked at Jax, especially when he was a baby. The spiderweb-soft skin, so ephemeral as to barely exist. Nothing to mar that perfect cheek, not even a freckle.

Today's song