Not Quite Dark

I made a few motions as if I was going to get some physical work done today, but with a bright sun it was hot. Instead, I worked on my new story, “Not Quite Dark,” and edited Naked in the Road and Lost in the Tunnels.

I am getting concerned about the “Not Quite Dark” story. It is now at ten thousand words and it might go much further. I am thinking to let it spread into the novella it wants to be. I’ll have to see where it naturally ends before I can assess whether it’s worth reading. It is another adoption story, although in this case in post-apocalyptic Toronto.

I have another zucchini in the yard I should have eaten today, for by the time I get back it will likely be huge. Maybe I’ll take it with me for Mike and Carol or to cook in the city.

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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