But I finally figured out that, on the Butcher’s long days, I should come home and eat before going to get him. Oh, what a much better evening than the ones spent hungry huddled behind Nolensville Road. Listening to Music City Roots tonight, though, I decided I’m going to stop worrying about my book being terrible.
It could be terrible and still be fun and do what I want it to do.
Ha ha ha. I hope anyway.
I’m trying to get back on track to have something ready to show people in the middle of the month, but I don’t know.
Ha ha ha.