I’m sort of in denial here about my camera being broken. I don’t want to feel too sad, because it is just an object, but I really do love taking pictures. It’s a wonderful, inspirational creative outlet, and it fills a part of me that definitely needs filling sometimes.
I’ll dig through my archives as best I can for a while, but eventually I’ll need to buy a new one. Hopefully some work will come along first! I know I can’t complain about being broke when I’m going to see the New Pornographers and things like that (although that seriously felt very necessary to my existence and humanity), but cameras are expensive. If anyone has an old (but not ancient) one lying around, I would happily trade three signed first editions of my books for it. Otherwise I’ll carry on with the archives (get ready for some more flower pictures, my imaginary internet friends) until some work comes along to justify the expense or I break down one day and buy one. (Stranger things have happened.) (But probably not soon.)
I finished a new story yesterday. I’m at the halfway mark officially, I would say. I’m going to try and burn through another one by the end of the month. I am at the point now where I believe in this book. I carry it with me wherever I go. The characters feel real, their lives feel real, and while it is not a heavy burden on my soul, I feel kind of touched now because of them.
