And that, dear readers is your oxymoron of the day. Yes, at 5,500 words and 18 single spaced pages, that is definitely the longest short story to date. It was a touch experimental. But I loved the idea.
I’ll have to wait for Simon to read it to find out if it works. Me? I’ve been immersed in it all day and have no idea whether it’s good, bad or indifferent. What I do know is that I loved writing it.
And the day feels massively productive.
Simon has been dealing with snow all day – and it’s still coming down. And he hasn’t just been blowing snow (that sounds a touch obscene – doesn’t it?) He has also been running to the repair guy to fix it – and back again to pick it up.
Yup – Simon’s day: political activism, snow stuff and getting that book ready for launch in a couple of weeks.
Me? Simple – write, walk dogs (back four only today) and bake hiking cookies. Also, keeping a sharp eye on Simon to make sure he doesn’t eat all the baking before Christmas. This takes vigilance.
Feeling tuckered out now – brain dead.
But I do have another story in my mind. But not tomorrow. Snow, avalanche risk and other factors meant I had to cancel Evening Ridge. But no matter – we’re getting out tomorrow on snowshoes up Butter. I have a feeling that trail could be quite nice in the snow. If we find it – hehehe.