Tuesday, May 13, 2008

At times, this book is painful for me to write. I suppose they're birthing pains, but that doesn't make it easy.

I had a productive writing session tonight, but I'd sure like a Scotch right now.
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Dan said...

I took a walk after this post, thought more about what I need to write, and went to it when I got home. It's now about 1:30 in the morning. A productive night of writing--I wrote about six pages of rough draft, and came up with two new chapters that I'd like to write.

It's coming along...slowly, and very rough around the edges, but it's coming.

1:38 AM
Alison Hodgson said...

You're bringing it, my friend.

4:55 AM
Unknown said...

This is very cool, Dan. I've picked up the pen again myself.

Though I've never had Scotch, I've heard it's excellent for revery. I just tried my pipe, btw - I'll post about it soon.

12:24 PM
Dan said...

I'm looking forward to hearing about your pipe. Scotch is a wondrous thing, though usually best for fall and winter, though I'll never turn down a great Scotch.

It would be great to be able to enjoy a pipe and Scotch, and harangue each other about what it means to have left Christ or not, though with too much Scotch, I might be tempted to throw a punch at you, which would be undeniably unChristlike, which would then make me beholden to your argument, so perhaps we should just stick with Diet Pepsi and a pipe!

3:30 PM
Unknown said...

I certainly don't think you've left or are leaving Christ, Dan. I simply don't believe that and I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. I would take a punch in the nose happily for saying what you understood me to say.

And didn't you used to think that Pepsi was the beverage from hell?

5:48 PM
Dan said...

It still is, but diet Pepsi has been sanctified. It's cousin, Diet Coke is the black sheep of the Coca Cola family. Blech!

10:01 PM

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