200 words is what I've written since finishing The Transcendental Man and sending it off. I have really let my writing slide. This past weekend was a bust. As always, I hoped to write for several hours, but found that when I was actually parked in front of the keyboard, I had no drive to so. Thus, I ended up snacking and watching Primeval all weekend. Tonight I got back in the saddle and actually wrote 200 words or so on a flash piece titled The Thing in the Bathroom. Not a lot, but maybe the momentum will continue.
I got a kick out of all the comments the pictures of my Man Cave generated. In truth, this room is the culmination of years and years of dreaming about having such a place. I always wanted a desk like this and big bookcases on the walls, but naturally, money held me back. Then when I sold my first house and bought this one, I had the funds to furnish the place. The first thing I bought was the various desk components and a shitload of bookcases. I may not have a patio or lawn in the backyard, but by god, I have my writing lair! I only wish the room was big enough to get all my books and DVDs inside.