I have to go, to meet some friends from out of town. But this morning, after a late start with involved dreams that kept me setting the alarm back a half an hour for two hours and which I have no real memory of now, and stalling in the living room in which E finally said “Go. Leave the apartment. Write”, I made it to my writing spot, settled in, sipped my coffee, stretched, and started typing. Then I got the IM that it would soon be time to go—and I need to go home, get changed, and drop off my iBook. So today I wrote one paragraph. A long paragraph, yes, but just one. But it’s a very good paragraph, an exciting paragraph since it opens up a whole new world to the story, a paragraph I am (cautiously) thrilled to now have. (Always be cautious.) Maybe this is all I would have gotten done today, no matter how many hours I had to do it. And you know what? Some days, a good paragraph is all you need.