Writing in the Cabin

I came back today after ordering my textbooks last night and finishing the Monkey Fear work. On the way, I went to Millville and Miriam and I changed my tires for next week’s inspection.

It was nice to see her and Dennis again. Now I am back in the cabin, having arrived after dusk. I’m tired so I’ll no doubt sleep a long time. I’d like to work on my latest book but I’m not sure I have the energy tonight. Yesterday I thought of an idea that complicates the writing but should add a dimension to the story, so I’ll work on that over the next few days.

It’s raining now, which makes me wish I’d checked on the garden earlier, but maybe it’s just time to go to sleep.

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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