Philip Brewer's Writing Progress


Saturday, 30 June 2001

It's so nice to get enough sleep. I know this. It's not a matter of forgetting it. But sometimes I go for too long with too little anyway.

I didn't go see "AI" last night. Some people liked it more than others, but the general consensus seems to be that I didn't miss much.

The generally predicted week-four low point seems to have hit me about on schedule. I was fine all week, but after yesterday evening's reading I just felt tired and anti-social. So, it worked great that everyone else went away and left me alone.

I got up a bit after six this morning (nine hours of sleep!). They don't start serving breakfast until 8:00 on Saturdays, so I wrote for an hour or so, then went down and hung out until they opened for breakfast. None of my classmates were around, but I had breakfast with a couple people from a music education workshop that was just wrapping up.

After breakfast I came back up and worked on my story, finishing a first draft a bit before noon. The story came in at 6300 words. I'm pretty pleased with it, although I have yet to actually read it all the way through. I had written the ending several days ago, and I was intrigued to find the meaning of what I had written changed while I was writing the stuff in the middle. Very odd.

There's an Indian restaurant called Sindhu that's walking distance away. I had suggested it a couple of different time, but had never gotten a group interested in going. That being the case, and feeling a bit anti-social anyhow, I walked over there by myself and had their lunch buffet. I can't remember the last time I ate a whole meal all by myself. Jackie will be jealous that I got to go to an Indian restaurant and she didn't. (Especially when she finds out that they had dosa, idli, and sambar. I didn't try the idli or sambar. The dosa was about what you'd expect from dosa off a buffet.)

The rice in the Owen cafeteria is pretty bad. I'm not quite sure how they manage to ruin plain rice, but they do. The food at Sindhu was only fair, but they had basmati rice. When I realized that I had gone for four weeks without eating basmati rice, it put this whole tired/anti-social thing in perspective. Of course I was grumpy! So, a little tandori chicken, some pepper chicken, some naan, and a big serving of basmati rice, and I'm all better again.

Mary A. Turzillo and Geoffrey A. Landis arrived today. A group went out to El Azteco for dinner. Not basmati rice, but still good.


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