Yet another quiet day, the last before I return to work after a two-week absence. I haven’t even checked my e-mail since December 18.
I met a friend this afternoon for our mostly-weekly writing group, where we talked about tv shows and books and I rehashed my pet peeve with the adverb “darkly.” (I’m looking at you, J.K. Rowling.) After a few hours, we actually buckled down and did some writing. We do mostly free-writing in the group, working from a prompt we select on the spot, and I tend to generate ideas more than fully formed scenes in the forty minutes we give to each prompt. Some of those ideas have legs, and some of them don’t. Today, I had an idea for a story about a man who can see the future and so is imprisoned on an island where there is no future. I think it’s an idea worth keeping after.
Other than that, not much to report. It continues to be bitterly cold and windy here, and I continue to thoroughly enjoy watching episodes of The Big Bang Theory instead of going outside. I haven’t had too much luck with today’s New York Times Sunday Crossword, I’m afraid, but for Christmas I received a big omnibus edition that should give me plenty of alternative puzzles to turn to.
Still, I can’t help but wonder…is my vacation really over?