Photos from yesterday’s Sri Lankan dinner. This morning has been a good writing morning — I got feedback on my story draft from a few people, implemented crits, trimmed 300 words to get it to market length, and submitted it. Story, ho! Good luck, little story…
I’ve also been starting to use my new physical planner, which I’m hoping will help me to keep better track of my to-do list items; things are falling through the cracks, right now, which makes me feel terrible. Working on it. I’ve never had a physical planner before! Well, maybe for high school — I don’t remember. This will be interesting.
Much of the rest of the morning has been logistical, trying to calendar out events for the next several months. Benjamin Rosenbaum and I are tentatively planning to host a week-long SLF writing workshop in Chicago, August 4-8. More details soon, but if you’d like to be on the mailing list to know about more details, drop your e-mail in the comments. I’m going to start putting together a list.
Lunch now, then my hosts are taking me to an ecstatic dance (new experience for me!), and then a little beach time. Possibly more writing in the evening, but it’s really been a very productive trip already, so if I don’t get anything else written, I’ll still be happy. (I do think I’ll get some more written. Food essay to work on next, I think.)
Here’s a bit of the story I just submitted — some of you will remember Anju from her previous appearances at Sunday Morning Transport: “Expulsion” and “Fated.” This story is what happens next.
“It was one of her father’s ships, which got her the job. But she got no favors after that. Anju slept in the same bunks as the other crew – six of them, crammed in close quarters to maximize cargo space. She ate dull but nutritious paste, drank water recycled from body fluids – not so different as on Kriti, where everything was saved and reused for the terraforming effort. But on ship-scale, that process was closer. Intimate. The first time she lifted a glass of water to her lips on board, Anju gagged, and had to force it down. It tasted like nothing.”
