Got back last night from Batesville, Indiana. Had gone up Tuesday for business. 610 miles in two days. Tiring.

Travel included lots of rural roads, flat land, and numerous, numerous corn fields. Pretty...but my God there's a lot of corn in Indiana. I kept wondering if I might run into "He-Who-Walks-Behind-the-Rows."

I've been creatively brain dead for the last week or so. (I was in Chattanooga last weekend and didn't accomplish anything literary.) I've even slacked off on those 50 word pieces...

I think I will have some time to myself this weekend to play with some more words and maybe pull up (again) that short story I was picking at a few weeks back.


Sadly (for my creative persona), I fear I'm about to be swallowed, somewhat, by a couple of projects at work, so my fiction output may slump again.