…on a summer afternoon!
Okay, I admit to it: spending WAY too much time loafing.
The weather’s gorgeous. The laundry’s laundered, the groceries are shopped, the house is clean, and I. do. not. feel. like. doing. ANYTHING. creative or constructive! I did manage to backwash the pool today and ascertain that once again I need to call the pool guys to come clean out the DE filter. Again. I should’ve gone into the pool bidness.
Had to get up and go away from the computer to get anything done at all today. With the exception of Mr. Comey, reading about the doings in Washington is like watching the antics in a snake pit: at once hypnotically fascinating and revolting. I’m finding it so difficult to keep from flipping over to the news sources to stare in horror at the goings-on that I simply can’t get any work done unless I’m a long way from this contraption.
But by sitting down at a table with a pen in hand, I did manage (somehow) to draft four or five pages, once transcribed to type.
It’ll be interesting to see if this story turns into anything. Once again — as usual — my mood tends to straddle the line between literary and genre fiction. It’s too tacky to be literary, and too intellectual to make good thriller, sci-fi, or romance. What can I say?
I’ve signed up for a MOOC through the Iowa Writer’s Workshop. It starts tomorrow…that should be an amusing way to pass the summer. As voltage goes, from what I’ve seen so far, it’s pretty…low-tension. However, it’s free: you get what you pay for, I imagine. It’ll be interesting to see what comes of it.
Nothing, I expect, of value for the present imagined world. But nothing ventured…
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