Another day is upon us. I woke up early, and recorded a podcast as the day lightened, and felt alright about it. We'll see in January when I put these up, if anybody cares.*
Sit-ups Today: 111
Sit-ups In October: 2927
This has been, probably, my best week of the year for writing. It's also the week of Halloween, so that's pretty great. I finished writing "There'll Be Scary Ghost Stories," then sat down and wrote a story I had tentatively titled "Walk of Death" over two days, and here I am, having started a new one, which I thought I'd called "The Dark Gift," but now I'm not so sure.
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| This is what came up when I looked up "dark gift." Pretty cool, Mr. Name. |
I started with the title, and tried to figure out what that could mean. Then I just started a story, set in the Pickle Days carnival of some stories from yesteryear. If I can figure out where it's going, I could finish it today. Unless, that is, where it's going is a much bigger story.
Push-ups Today: 111
Push-ups In Octobre: 3335
A moment ago, my cellphone buzzed. I looked over, and somehow, I had gotten a text from my niece, despite there not being any service up here. This happened once or twice last summer, and I could never quite explain it. It's even stranger today, when I know I'm the only person up here. I didn't hear another soul or vehicle the whole time I've been here, and I checked the road this morning, and there are no other tire tracks except mine.
Did I mention that yesterday, that I had the only tracks in the snowy road, which told me I was the only person up here?
I recorded a story for an episode (and another that I probably won't use), took a fun nap where I covered myself completely in blankets yet still managed to breathe somehow, and wow, now it's nearly time to start packing up again.
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