With a fresh cup of coffee, I am ready to start a new day.

I’m ready to start again and to try again and to make up for yesterday. It’s a familiar feeling isn’t it? I didn’t get this done yesterday, but today I will. This is the hardest when you are trying to have the life of a writer because there is always laundry to do or dishes to do or errands to run. 

There’s always something standing in the way of making it happen today.