On Life as a Sarcastic Fringehead

I have homework. I can't really move forward on the draft without addressing the missing pieces from yesterday's post. So I get to write and rewrite until I get it right. My writing environment is completely wrong for the supernatural feel I am trying to create. While I'm not looking for quills and ink as I toil in a 17th century castle turret bathed in candlelight, I'm still in the wrong place. You know, though, it might not be my surroundings. It could be this computer. Maybe going digital has changed things a little. I'll experiment going back to long hand for a day or so just to find out.

Meanwhile, I'll start digitally mapping that route from Kansas City to Castle Rock. That should be fun.