Going back into the Forest

I stopped by Millville on the way back to the bush to send Kim a picture of the grout bag so if she wants to pick up another one she knows the type. Then I came to the cabin and ate dinner. I’d only eaten a sandwich all day and I was hungry. I’ve finished the preparation for my fall university courses however, so that’s done.

I didn’t want to waste my time when I arrived, although I just heard yesterday I have more time here than I thought, so I started work on Not Quite Dark, starting at the beginning again and working through the editing until I was one third of the way through the book, about where I’d left off a few days ago. I’m trying to refine the characters more, as well as give more background to the grinding halt to civilization the characters are experiencing.

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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