My pen did not explode on the airplane, but my bottle of ink did. Somehow, the cap remained intact and most of the ink remained in the bottle, but the ziploc bag around the bottle was ink-soaked anyway.
After five days, I managed to reduce a childhood's full of books to six medium-sized boxes that will reach Boston sometime in the next few weeks. Making choices sometimes felt like tearing off a limb, but it was also a good exercise in letting go, and in life editing. Which of this box of classic SF novels do you keep? Which do you pass on to the next generation? Some of my choices were sentimental, but for the most part I feel better knowing that I've released books that helped me out into the world where they can help other people.
Only a few pages of writing done last week, but progress made nonetheless. Goals for this week: ship thank-you gifts, submit a story that's been on my shelf for too long, and get back to ~1000 words a day.
Published on March 19, 2012 09:15