Florence Pugh in Lady Macbeth; morning writing; tinnitus; Highsmith reviewed; macro programming; Hap abandoned? Cheetos (again); web pages gone; a full notebook is a joy forever; Peniel; Deathfinger Rock
Dawn grew like a time-lapsed flower. Sunrise went “sproing.” The sun came up with a clatter of castanets. Sunrise shattered the night. The sun shattered the mirror of the eastern sky.
Pablo has been urging me, for months, to participate in NaNoWriMo, a nationwide challenge to write 1,700 words a day on a novel, thus completing a first draft of 50,000 words in one month. It started yesterday. We talked about it yesterday, around 10:00 pm, and I held out a slight possibility that I would give it a try. I also told him
“Damn it, there’s no sugar.”
Fred looked up from his smartphone. “What, we’re out of sugar?”
“Yes.” Nadia sat down at the dining room table and put her cup down.