Typical day, get up, take meds, do dishes, feed the cat, have breakfast, write, exercise, shower, shave, brush my teeth, get dressed, call my dad, play with the cat, have lunch, write, clean something in the apartment, write, read . . .

That's about how it goes. I wish I could do away with the things besides writing and reading, but it's not practical. This morning I edited a flash-fiction. I want to be done with it by Sunday.

The state my family, the nation and the world might get me down these days, but I feel  optimistic about myself and what I'm doing. By Monday, I'll be submitting my stories. I brought my Facebook account back up, and I'm going to be bidding on freelance work.