I almost remember, now, how letting a piece of writing “sit” for a few days makes it better. I ignored my latest work just from Thursday and even just today (Monday) it doesn’t seem as sucky as I thought it was. Just needed a little tweaking to make it tolerable, and now I’m going to ignore it for a couple more days. And it’s so much easier to get rid of those precious paragraphs I thought were so great a few days ago. It doesn’t fit? It’s gone! (Just from this version, of course, I’ll keep it in an earlier draft just in case. I hate having twinges of memory about previously written stuff that is no longer to be found. Granted, often I have just imagined that I wrote it down…)
I got back from Duncan last night. I took a day there after visiting Nanaimo due to train schedules. Well, train “schedule” singular as it only runs once a day. I took a long walk in the mud with my mum– that was through trees, and with the rain, there was a lot of mud. Around behind the neighborhood through to a huge new development full of huge new houses. Huge, puffy houses. I am alternately disgusted that the trees are gone, and craving one of my own. (These examples, however, were a little too huge.)
I also read the Globe and Mail which makes for a pleasant day.