I'm writing Book IV of La Rose (coming next December). It's going alright. It's ok. It just is.
I'm throwing out stuff around the house and office. Fixing up a few things. But mostly, I wait.
Now, Empire is ending. After tomorrow, I will have nothing to do.
Yet at the same time, I feel like Cookie Lyons when her day had come. My day has come, but I don't know it yet.
That's it. I'm null inside.
I'm just AM.