Construction and Writing Stories

I knew today was going to be busy, since it is supposedly going to rain tomorrow, but I woke to two dreams this morning, and one of them, at least, was so vivid, that I wanted to get it down as a story.

Therefore, as soon as I washed up, I wrote the story “On the Run” which is meant to be part of my Code World series, and then immediately wrote a draft of a shorter story about buying a baby at the dollar store, which was a conversation that I had with Miriam yesterday. What if you could, I asked myself, and then wrote “Dollar Store Baby”.

This sounds as though I didn’t get much done, but I also went out after breakfast and finished the timbering and the roofing for the extension on the tin shed. Now I have used up the short pieces of roofing Miriam and I got at the roofing place scrap bin, and have more room to store lumber. It is not a very tight building, so it won’t keep out mice and maybe even squirrels, but I only plan to fill it with lumber so it may not matter. I have one window in it so far, and a skylight from the last scraps of my skylight material, and I plan for a few more windows. I have them so I might as well use them.

The mosquitoes and deer flies were terrible by the time I finished the roof and it was really a matter of will and the impending rain that kept me going. But now the roof is over the structure and the floor shouldn’t get too wet if it pours.

This evening, after my late afternoon shower and dinner, I did some editing work on my two most recent stories, an essay I wrote a few days ago, and my blog up until last night. I’m pretty happy with the stories and happy to be producing as well. Nearly all of the stories I’ve written this summer have been from dreams. Strange that I can’t seem to think of fully formed story ideas otherwise. I spend too much time with a hammer in my hand in the summer, or thinking about lumber and construction. That doesn’t seem to be conducive to writing.

The sun was weak and fading when I finished my editing and rather than wear out my batteries I left the Ray books for another day. The battery is sitting at 12.8, which is as low as I’ve seen it. The laptop seems to draw between one and two amps, although I could reduce that if I took out the dead battery. I keep it in for surge protection, but if I was working at night I would have to remove it.

I listened to Ideas this evening on CBC and the show was about a book I might use for teaching: Sapiens, a brief history of humankind by Yuval Harari

I was thinking as well, since my theory book is selling so well, that I should put together a book on Lacan as well as a literary theory essay book.

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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