Thursday, June 12, 2008

Provincetown 14

They have a name up here for when the dew point is way down. The weather person calls it "refreshing." That's what it is today.

I sat on my bed with my laptop and wrote 10 good pages today. Then I walked downtown and mailed a letter. Walked on the beach a while. Then stopped here at the lounge to pick up my mail and do a quick fact check on the computer. I'm heading back to my apartment now to look at what I've done and write some more.

What's good about what I write here is the nearly complete break I'm experiencing with my life back in Ohio. This has helped me to make my characters much different than myself and different from people I know. I write anything I want. The internal censor that's usually at work when I go to my writing room at my house in Ohio has been largely shut off. I'm free.


Erin said...

Theresa, I'm so happy to hear this! It sounds like the trip has been amazing so far.

ggw07 said...

YEAHHHHHHH! Missives from the front! Sound like you're on a roll! Go girl!

ggw07 said...

Last night on Charlie Rose, William Styron's wife talked about how when Bill was deep into writing, people would have to approach him as if they were his characters in order to reach him.
Glad you're diving in!



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