I went to sleep fairly early, after doing some editing, and soon I was asleep only to wake a few times in the early morning. I finally got out of bed by ten and did some whipper snipping and then cut up the rest of the wood I had in my saw horse. After that, I cleaned up most of the junk from the building of the tin shed extension.

By then it was afternoon so I came inside and plugged in the computer. While it charged, the plug to the inverter did the work although it runs at eighty volts, I connected wires to an old battery service pack Matt had given me. It has a built in inverter and I wanted to see what kind of power it put out. It runs at over a hundred volts, so I plugged my laptop to it and let it charge the rest of the way. I’ll have to make that device a little more user friendly now that it has proven to be so useful. Unfortunately, when the laptop was discharged this evening it could not supply the amperage to charge it.

Later in the afternoon, I worked on Naked in the Road. I made the changes to the novel, making it tighter and clearing up some tense problems. It was arduous, even though I only worked on forty or fifty pages. It saps my energy for writing, and even more editing.

This evening I watched Alice in the Cities (Alice in den Städten)Alice in den Städten by Wim Wenders. It is another adoption narrative. I am thinking about writing something about those types of stories. The film itself is estranging, and again, like Paris, Texas, makes you want to interrupt the characters and give them unheeded advice.

Unfortunately, as the film was half over, the battery ran out, and I’ll have to think on how it ends until tomorrow.

It is very still this evening.

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.
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