Boredom promotes creativity

I am more than mid-way through my sixth day of my retreat and I have not yet started attacking door with an axe a la Nicholson in The Shining. So I’m feeling pretty good about that. Of course, I don’t know if there is an ax handy but nor have I looked.

Took a short walk and photographed bored looking small lizards that didn’t like how close I tried to get to them. Colors didn’t come out very well—too much sun here so everything ends up looking washed out in photos. Gloriously green grasshopper appears sad brown.

Writing notes: Finished reading over and making edits to 328 pages of my own writing. Most painful thing imaginable, other than anything involving actual physical pain. Still some things to look back over but I’m pleased to have gone through the thing. Also am now harboring delusions that I can write funny essay type things. Brace yourself, McSweeney’s—there may be some gems coming your way. And yes, I do mean gems with little quotation marks around the word.

Reading notes: Finished Broken Monsters. Thought it was wonderful. Am now bouncing between The Empathy Exams and The Best American Short Stories of 2014.

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