Archive for November, 2007

The days are short. Time flies. Nothing gets done. The process of procrastination is taking its toll. I have given myself a deadline since nobody else has. Problem is, I don’t respect myself. Sunday, the deadline is Sunday. And into the darkness I wander…

The snow vanished over night and the crows returned to finish off the elderberries on the tree by the rubbish shed. The world is still, poised between seasons. My task is still undone. I have come to realize that one part of my resistance has to do with how I view this manuscript. To me, it’s not words on paper, or on my hard drive. It’s real characters, real stories. It is as hard for me to change them as it would be to try and change the character or the past of a loved one. (more…)

The first snow arrived this morning. Large flakes slowly falling and melting quickly as they touched the ground. It’s not the season, the gradually vanishing daylight or the cold. It’s my own inability to face the task…