One Thousand Six Hundred And Forty-Eighth Night

Another decent day of writing. 881 words for Sisyphus; 4 more danaides introduced and 8 more to go. I am not letting myself spend quite as much time going over what I've written before I start because I find that I am getting distracted by the temptation to edit. I get more done if I allow myself to read no more than a paragraph back from where I left off. The editing can wait until the second draft. I'm sure this section is going to need a lot of work. But, it also needs to be finished first.

I also wrote 424 word of short story nonsense like I told you I anted to. Just pits of daydreams and such that often retell myself over and over, fragmentary on the document as it is. It was just something to do. I will probably make a habit of it. That document will be like a sketch book for stories; messy and made for practice instead of perfection. I am probably going to buy my watercolour paper soon so maybe I'll scrawl a few pieces of story onto whatever I paint as well.

I don't have anything else to tell you. The garden is well. A few robins and finches visited the yard. No bunnies so far but they often hop in for a snack at night. It's steadily getting hotter everyday so we'll see if tomorrow is too much for me. I am, as you would expect, going to relax with my evening coffee. We'll see if I have more snippets of story to type tonight.

Yours & Mine,

S.O. Skinner