Since Trinity and I will be staying at my mom’s house for the foreseeable future, I did a bit of work in the basement to create a working space. Mom said that in reality, I should simply think of it as “our” house, since I will inherit it anyway. Still, there is that cultural taboo, the fortysomething living in his mother’s basement.

Frankly, I don’t give a shit about taboos. I care about making progress.

The basement of our home is not really suited for conversion over to a permanent living space. Water tends to seep in to the basement. Still, I don’t need much. We fitted the house with a wifi system so I can work pretty much anywhere in the house. Thus my office, my mancave more or less, is a camp chair, an old grenade crate for a footstool and another box which serves as an end table.

From this location I managed to get the current fiction project up to 5,000 words. The upward limit is 8,000 at the target market.

I plan to get A Restoration of Faith up to second draft status by the time the semester starts. Then I’ll set it aside in order to start on another WH40K project.

Other News

I’ve eaten a little too well over the break and exercised too little. Starting this week I am going to have to work at getting back into fighting shape for lifeguard work.

So it goes.

Respects,
Steven Francis Murphy
Author of The Limb Knitter and Tearing Down Tuesday
Kansas City, Missouri