Quarantine Project Day 22
After bragging about how well the mid-point was going recently, day 22 felt like busting coal.
You can tell you're in trouble when you suddenly feel the need to "research" this or that detail. Yes, now is the time to read every paper written on psychological condition X - from which you hint (in the form of a shadow of a silhouette of a ghost of puppet) that one of your characters is suffering.
Why are some days easier? My dad told me that, back in the days when he started coal mining, you would only get paid for what you brought out. Piece-mining it was called, before the fixed wage. Some days it was blood sweat and tears and you'd come back with almost nothing but coal dust in the back of your throat. Another day you would find a straw or a twig stuck in the coal face and you would tug it and the coal would just fall out at your feet. You'd spend the day going tee-hee-hee shovelling it into the waiting trucks.
(Imagine your favourite writer. Now picture him or her shovelling anything and thinking it was tee-hee-hee work.)
I seemed to spend a lot of today looking out of the window at the birds in the trees. I suppose you couldn't do that when down a coal mine.
Kind of ashamed of myself I made an early evening return, swung the pick and ended up with a respectable 2151words.
(For previous blogs in the Quarantine Project click on "achives")