At least once a week, I like to post a couple of my favorite black-and-white photos, and I’m doing so this morning, for your viewing pleasure.
The young man to the left here is certainly beautiful with his wavy hair, enchanting eyes, and lanky frame. I like the way he is posed, and also the expression on his face. He gives off an air of knowing all too much about romantic relationships, despite his tender age. I wonder who he is and where he lives? Anyone know?
It’s an absolutely gorgeous morning, here on the island–72 degrees F, sunny and still, a perfect winter day.
I just finished writing fresh material for two hours, and this was one of those days where the words just flowed from my brain and onto the keyboard. My novel-in-progress is nearing the conclusion of its first draft. It’s a lengthy book, and I will need many months to revise and polish it before it’s ready for submission.
A lot of writers detest the revision process after they complete their first draft, but not me. Revisions are key to producing a meaningful story. As Hemingway once wrote, “All first drafts are shit.”
I normally spend my Thursday evenings with my oldest friend, but he’s not feeling well today, so he had to cancel, and that’s okay. I have much to do with the remainder of my day. I need to finish hanging my curtain rods in my guest bedroom. I have errands to run–wine market, seamstress to pick up my valences, supermarket and drug store. I need to hang the valences when I get back home, and then return all the room’s furniture pieces to their proper places.
Around four PM, I will take a two-mile run, here on the island, for a little exercise. I’m not sure what I will do with my free evening, but that’s okay. Have a nice Thursday, friends.