Yesterday, I began a new story for Sirenia Digest No. 148, and it's good to be working again. I'm calling the piece "Day After Tomorrow, the Flood." I did 1,245 words. I hope to have it finished by Saturday afternoon, so that I can get back to work on The Tindalos Asset, which has been languishing for some time now. I need to have it finished by early May.
But today, I have a doctor's appointment at 2:45 p.m., so no writing this afternoon. Oh, and I'm mostly over the dratted cold that's had me down since late last week.
But yesterday was a damn weird day. After not sleeping all night, I wrote those 1,245 words between about 6:30 and 8:00 a.m., and then I went back to bed and slept a few hours and got up at 11: a.m. Which made a mess of the rest of the day. Fortunately, I slept well last night.
Yesterday, I finished reading Larry McMurty's Leaving Cheyanne (1962), which I adored, and this morning I began reading Charles Portis' True Grit (1968).
I have photos from yesterday's sunrise.