Friday, July 31, 2015


I’m getting my things packed up. I say goodbye to Bainbridge Island tomorrow. I didn’t have the trip I expected, but I think it was still a good trip. I didn’t write as much as I wanted, but I got some structural problems worked out with The Scribbled Victims. I didn’t read as much as I hoped either. I slept a lot more than I expected. I really enjoyed the breezes here. It was warmer than I expected; it’s 90 degrees now. It only rained once. I also only took three Klonopins during my entire stay here. I feel rested.

My view from the green couch and the door I'll walk out of tomorrow morning.

Thursday, July 30, 2015


I had a good day today. I woke and went back to sleep and when I woke again Yelena finally showed up. We were able to work out some of the things from the first eight chapters that led to problems in later chapters. I decided to take a break after that and read Go Set a Watchman. I went down to the water again and put my feet in the water. I called the Hyaena Gallery and bought a piece of artwork, that will be shown next month in their clown themed show, so nobody would beat me to it.

Untitled (Hobo Clown Head) by Spinestealer. His hat is made of obituaries.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015


Two years have passed. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to visit today, but I’ll bring you flowers on Sunday. I talked to one of your friends about you today. She dreamed of you last night. “She had that big eyed gaze of hers, straight faced, but that’s how I remember her sometimes.” I also talked to Andrea about you a little bit yesterday, but only as far as to realize I wasn’t ready to talk about you with her. It’s really warm this evening in Puget Sound. I wish you could know that. I wish you could hear the water.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015


I took Andrea’s advice and took the day off from writing and tried to spend some time with nature. I decided to drive to Whidbey Island and see Deception Bridge, based on Sierra’s recommendation. It took very long to get there. People drive the speed limit here. At 30 mph I felt like I was in a parade. In all that driving I couldn’t find Yelena or Orly. Neither were with me. I just got back to Bainbridge Island. I just made the ferry. I stood in the water finally as I promised Andrea, but I also needed a Klonopin.

Waiting for the ferry to take me to Whidbey Island.

Me standing on Deception Bridge

A better view from Deception Bridge.

I was literally the last car on the ferry back to Bainbridge Island.

Putting my feet in the water of Puget Sound.

Monday, July 27, 2015


I only wrote 2,546 words today. At this rate, I’m not going to meet my goal of thirty thousand words. But that’s not what is concerning me right now. I’ve lost sight of my story, it’s going in many directions, and few lead to anything of substance. I don’t know what to do. Part of me wants to trash the whole thing but I don’t want to quit. I just wish a light bulb would go off and solve all the problems I’m having with this story. The premise was so simple. The execution is proving to be too complex.

I abandoned my laptop for a few hours trying to get this story worked out on paper.

Sunday, July 26, 2015


I began writing right after I woke up but, after a couple of hours, I fell back asleep. When I woke the second time, I blocked Facebook on my computer and spent hours writing. In order to meet my word count goal during this trip, I need to write five thousand words per day. There was rain, thunder, and lightning. I used the fireplace and went out once and walked in the rain. It’s nine p.m. now, and it’s light out. I’m drained and only wrote 3,270 words. I need to stop. That means I’ll start in a deficit tomorrow.

I took this photo just before 9 p.m.