Today I complete my 1,144th week in prison. I arrive at that number because today I complete my 22nd full year. The number isn’t exact because of the several leap years, but with 8,036 days in, I don’t think that anyone would dispute it’s been a long time. Yet the time hasn’t been wasted.
Those who know me can attest to my positive attitude. Every morning, I wake early, filled with optimism and eager to progress toward the next goal I’m working on. I don’t require an alarm clock, as the goals I set bring me all the energy I need to hop off my rack before three each morning and begin my work.
This morning, I began writing at 2:27. About one hour later, two prisoners who were being released today stopped by to wish me well. One who went by the nickname Psyche was with me 20 years ago in a penitentiary. The other had served 17 years. Someday, my release will come.
I wrote through page 309 today. Tomorrow, I think I will complete the first draft of chapter seven. Carole ought to submit the proposal along with the first three chapters today. Once my agent receives them, he’ll determine whether they are ready to submit to our publisher in New York.
I ran 10 miles this morning. My running tally is now 2,135 miles over the past 241 days.
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