The second day of the rest of my life finds me here at my keyboard. I’m practicing what I’ve been talking about doing – writing daily. I try not to think too hard and fast and just write from what pops into my head. My head is multi-tasking this morning. It is skipping from one thought to another. It makes it hard to sit and stay here. I had to get up from time to time, do a little of this and a little of that. There’s a pot of little cherry tomatoes simmering on the stove. I’ve paid the bills online. I made a cup of tea and had a walk in the back and front yard gardens. I’m feeling a little more settled.

I’ve discovered that the Sweet One Million cherry tomatoes make excellent tomato sauce. I am sure I have about a million of them. I’ve been giving them away but they keep producing, ripening and piling up on the dining room table. They’re good attraction for those damn fruit flies when they get over ripe. That’s how they ended up in the pot this morning. There’s only so many I can put in salads or just pop into my mouth. I’ve also discovered it is much less labour intensive cooking up a small batch of sauce at a time. Smaller batch, smaller pot, smaller cleanup. I am a happy camper.

Small anything and everything is good when I am starting up. A small practice every day will get better. That small can get bigger with practice. There’s no right or wrong way, no good or bad time. It just have to work for you. And you find what works or doesn’t work by doing. I’m not looking for magic nor am I trying to write a great novel. I love the tap, tap of the keyboard. I rather tap out all the mess that’s circling in my head onto the screen. I’m just trying to stay sane.