Day 28: Last Good Friday

Words written: 4,029, by the skin of my teeth
Swimming pools visited: 1

I wrote in my journal for a few hours today, painstakingly slow, and then typed the words in this evening, and it took forever and then, when I got the ends of the pages, I still have 600 more to write. It appears that there is now a section where this guy is writing letters to his girlfriend from Iraq. Again, what do I know about this experience? He's a guy who earlier in the story has killed his girlfriend, and the narrator is now living in the dead girl's house. It's either going to work or it's not, but I needed 600 more words, and so they became letters from him while he's stationed overseas.

Went with Ilse/Sunset to the pool today and didn't swim, but sat in a chair writing a bit and eavesdropping on a conversation between two golfers who were also there. They said absolutely nothing of note, except the one guy had his worst golf game in his life, which I guess means he didn't get a hole in one?

Ordering coffee at Left Hand. 

Always under my chair.

At the pool. 

Chasing Chap at sunset. 






Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Yo, Whyn't Youse Come Over Here So I Cans Beat Your Ass?

Two years later...

The Bachelor, Season 547