I was tired today. Perhaps because I slept in so late yesterday, I was awake until after five in the morning. Then I slept but woke up at nine-thirty for some reason. Whenever I sleep poorly my production is a bit off the next day. Today, I edited what I have of Not Quite Dark, as well as the “71 Impala” story, which now appears like it might make a book as well if I choose to pursue it that far. I also went to the creek, and the heavy rain of yesterday didn’t seem to affect it at all. I was able to cross in boots and I rooted around in the pallet shed a bit and then brought back a pallet.
I see another zucchini is almost ready to eat, and there are a few more on the way. Soon I’ll have to come up with another way to eat them. What little I have as a garden has done well. Even the oregano, which has been in the ground for years, has perked up in the greenhouse. I’ll put it back outside for the winter, and hopefully it will be even healthier next year.
For a movie today, I watched Il ladro di bambini, 
a movie about two children taken away from their mother who has been prostituting the eleven year old girl since she was nine. It was another sad film, and left me unsettled. Perhaps that is part of the genre.
I can see the hazy outline of how my novel ends, but I am having difficulty with the next few chapters. I don’t want to sink them into crisis immediately, but there is one coming. It will allow me to play with the narrator structure and enhance the relationship between the child and her new father.
I read part of a book I put together of Tom Waits bio as well as lyrics, in an attempt to spark inspiration about the stories in which I picture him, collapsed with some of his characters from his songs. I think that’ll become my afternoon reading, especially once I finish this latest novel. Then I can get to work on that one if I’m inspired.
