October 04, 2005
clean up
When the wind blows I get visions of what it was probably like during the storm, and it scares the shit out of me. I think of the wind tearing the trees up, hitting the house, the wave that came in...and i wasn't even here. I have been able to get out and around with better ease than before. It is becoming the standing operating procedure. I have south of the tracks completely blocked out of my navigation memory. I try to remember the back roads that I took as a teenager with my first car and go the best way I can. Add at least twenty minutes to your time.
One the up side of my being out of a job and not having much to do sometimes. I have a first draft. It took me long enough, but I have a first draft and I am proud of it. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of me. That story and character were in my head for the better part of three years. So it is out of my head and ready to be cleaned up.