Cleaning up

I cleaned off the step today, worked in the porch, and sewed some clothing. I’m trying to put the cabin in order for the winter, and that involves moving fasteners out to the workshop, repairing a bucket with a bad handle, and moving some useful wood scraps to the tin shed. I finished that work early, and although the sun poked out its head in the morning, by evening the steady rain began.

I worked on editing Not Quite Dark this evening, and I’m a third of the way through the novel. It has grown slightly, and likely will again, but soon I should have a good draft.

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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