September 8, 2016

Watered the garden, though it’s largely a gesture to keep the poor things alive through another day of blazing clear dry air. I like the dry clear air, but I can go to the spigot on my own and drink.
   
Two frogs, I think, one considerably larger than the other. He can make it easy from the rim of the pond to the center in a leap.
   
Coffee with T. He doesn’t believe me that imitating other artists will not, after the first flush of youth, further you in artistry.
   
No acceptances or productions today. One happy day and I’m spoiled.
   
Developed Mother Midnight’s Oratory for the creative writing program. That title has been running in my head for a quarter of a century.