I’m two weeks behind, technically, on my Short Story a Week project. Again. I say technically because I have the stories, and they’re pretty well fleshed out in terms of their ideas. I just need to write them.
Worthy of noting at this point: I worked approximately 100 hours between last week and the week prior, and so I’m still recovering a bit.
As for the misadventures in non-fiction? This past Thursday, after my 2p.m. to 10p.m. shift, I stopped by my house and packed some things up, stopped by my place of work again to fuel up the car, and then I embarked on my very first major highway trip. To put this into perspective, I have only driven on the highway twice before. Once was on Black Friday, in 2012, as a cruel joke played on me by my driving instructor, who prefaced the outing by asking if I was feeling adventurous. I was not, and did not appreciate where things where going at that point, but I clearly didn’t do too badly in the sense that I didn’t crash. The second time I drove on the highway was a practice run, with my stepfather, and that went relatively well in the sense that most of the trip involved me driving well. My initial merging onto the highway, however, was absolute shit and something I’m not particularly proud of.
The actual trip was quite enjoyable. Traveling from western Pennsylvania to central-ish Pennyslvania involved a fair bit of mountains, and a lot of very nice landscapes. If I weren’t more concerned with the destination, I may have taken time to stop, appreciate the scenery, and take pictures, but that’s still a possibility.
Driving home today to handle an eight hour shift at work, however, was far less exciting.
Stories will be arriving between Wednesday and Friday, only for the sake of making sure I do them justice, and I should be back on track for this upcoming Sunday. So that’s a plus.