Bought a whiteboard and gorgeous coloured pens for it, to sketch timeline and story ideas right here in my studio. Nothing like a new writing toy to get the story going.
Working on revising three stories to send off by Christmas: two macabre tales ("The Rented Mourner" and "How Deep is his Loneliness") and one that is more like the stories appearing in "boYs" ("Personal Coach", a story about meeting the Buddha on the road and lusting after her hat).
Am breathing, after holding my breath for months, at the thought of writing fiction daily again. The past few days spent editing felt like heaven.
The new whiteboard pens are watermelon, blue, green and lime. I already inadvertently stole basic black from a place that shall remain unnamed.
Am revelling in a tidy, organized studio.