The weekend went long, and as I got over my head cold, played some LOTR:Third Age, went to see "Mirrormask" and
"Serenity" (BLEW ME AWAY), and visited family, I got no writing done. Slowly the tide of guilt will rise again and I'll be feeling the pressure. However, writing this time around seems to have less of that. I actually am dying to be back writing. I should be able to do it tonight.
In the meantime, I am almost done with
Colm Toibin's "Blackwater Lightship." Damn that is some concise and tight writing. Pretty powerful, too. And it takes place right around the time I myself was living in Dublin. Kick ass. Might have to go pick up
"The Master".