Sheep, Why Must It Always Be Sheep

My friend at left (Goerge Gastin's picture again) is channeling Indy Jones in the first adventure. Snakes for Indy, sheep for me.

I've been away on business (just like someone else we all know). I have been acquiring character after character. I couldn't concentrate on the stories I wanted to tell while away this time. My customers are ... challenging. I could record characters.

If my customers were not broken, they would not require my services.

Nonetheless, it is about time to put rubber to road and see what our creativity is worth right now.

I go to Bear River tomorrow. Should be a wonderful workshop. (here ).

I feel like a sheep when someone explains what it is to be guest of honor at a Seder dinner. Oh.

I'm ready with a pile of characters, some dodgy set-ups, and an open mind. I won't go blank on the assignments this way. I promised a friend to avoid any body count. Killing in this drill is cheating. I should make my characters transgressors without the loss of life.

I missed a writing group last night. It's a pretty social group but I could have used the association for a little bit. I said I'd attend but was in the middle of a car deal and completely forgot the writing meet until it had started. I feel bad about that. I go where I say I'll go.

I'm going to Bear River. I'll listen. I'll think. I'm going there to write and think. The guidance will be nice.

I'll tell you all how wonderful it was when I'm back next week. I'll tell you of the books which the workshop brought back into my mind.

I'm talking Martin Amis with me: House of Meetings. Wish me luck. For now, Baaaaaaa.