Films in the Bush

Today was a lazy day, at least in terms of physical action. I spent it writing through the afternoon, and managed to get another seven thousand words on my latest novella. It is going well and I like the characters. Other than that, and watching a movie from Taiwan, A Summer at Grandpa’s, I did almost nothing. I guess I walked around a little bit, but I’m not sure that counts.

Maybe my time here is winding down, although I think I am a bit focused on this latest novel too. Once I have a good draft out of the way, as well as a good draft of Naked in the Road, I’ll feel more like fiddling in the yard. That’s what I tell myself.

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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