Tonight I cranked out a few pages (with some poetic prose that I am quite proud of) in a new short story featuring my literary avatar, David Kemp.
It is called "Sherpa of Rock Bottom".
My writing was finally starting to get to where I was proud of the creative, original and organic descriptions I was producing... and now I have decided that I must quit for the night.
Why?
Because I need to decompress and watch some 4K special features and documentaries.
Writing is, after all, difficult, to say the least, and painful, at its worst/best.
I need time on a Saturday night to not feel emotionally and creatively drained.
On the plus side: this is the first time I have actively written during the school year.
Hopefully this is the start of a new trend.
I rather hope it is.
I don't know if I can survive another year without writing routinely from August to May, with a quick interlude in December-January.





