I am ensconced in my third-floor room at
The Porches, a writing retreat where I'll be spending the next couple of days. It's a quiet place: a restored 1850s farmhouse which caters to writers seeking a peaceful place to work (sort of like a bed and breakfast without the breakfast, although we have a writers' refractory where we can cook and eat). There are only about five writers in residence at once, and strict rules about quiet, so I'm hoping to get some real work done while I'm here.
Not too much written today as I was either packing or on the road, but I figured it would take me a bit to get settled in.
Current WIP word count: 70,402 (goal: 76,764)
Books read: 1 out of 4
Blog posts: 1 out of 2
Page 416 in the Huston book. I may give myself a break from it tonight and read one of the other four books I brought along. I hate it when reading turns into drudgery, but I also hate ditching a book when I'm past the halfway point and have so much time invested in it. It's not that it isn't interesting, in its way; it's just that this book isn't making me
care about John Huston right now.