Writing and Editing While Hammering Wood

While the Americans look forward to fireworks and a day off work, although others live in dread of triggers, I began my day slowly. I woke to a dream in which I was greeting, apparently after a long absence, a child who then clung to me as we entered the house of my friends. In my dream, I was a father, although I guess the child was adopted, given that she looked Asian. She was identical to the kid in the Thai movie I watched with Erin and Miriam, so that explains where she came from, although not why she arrived.

During and after breakfast I listened to the programming on CBC which is what I usually do on a Saturday.

Therefore it was one before I began work on the tin shed extension. I started by removing more of the structure that was in the way, and then laying the foundation which is made from logs I peeled last year set upon rocks and short pieces of pine and fir. I have nearly enough pallets to make a support for the floor, but the next step is to bring chipboard and plywood from the pallet shed as well as what pallets might make a better foundation.

It was really buggy, especially in that area behind the tin shed, so that sapped a lot of my will. As well, it was a hot day, so I decided to take a shower before the cloud cover made that chilly and then read and relax.

I took a bit of a nap and then finished reading, and seemingly, editing, In Light of Ray, which has more errors than it should given how many times I have gone through it. That gives me another book to work on.

It is a good book though, and I am now eager to get into the sequel, Working for Ray. Hopefully it will be as good a book, although it is written quite differently.

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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