what to write? why so hard to make myself practice, to work on the book? the book that doesn’t want to be written. perhaps? or the book that won’t be written. all week I so wanted to write, to work on the book, but  was too busy doing more pressing things; now the urge has fled. how to get it back? force, wrangle it? oh how I love the interruptions—to check a blog, my email.

creamy milk tea, creamy honey milk tea.