Ah! Just in from dinner at ReBar with Samara, with that warm, fired-up feeling in my belly like there's a star in there and I feel inspired! I might even take a crack at that thing I was writing yesterday, only taking a completely different point of view and focusing on a completely different character. Yam fries and a falafel burger with avocado on it. Merridale cider. This miso soup which was okay but ultimately just generic hearty West Coast vegan soup, which is okay but not my thing.
Music's on shuffle and I'm away, away, away I say to do the literary thing with every intention of productivity rather than annoying self-censoring mental editor bollocks. Who cares if it's shit? I'll turn it into champagne later!