My son didn’t have school yesterday (Monday) because the teachers had an in-service day. So my wife took advantage of his vacation to take a day off from work to go visit her parents. My son plays trumpet, and solo and ensemble competitions are coming up. As my father-in-law is a trumpet player, there was instruction and practice taking place.
I didn’t have Monday off. The university was education (or something that resembles it to the untrained eye) as usual. This was a good thing. It meant I had the house to myself all weekend.
So I wrote. I tried to write at pulp speed. For those who may not be familiar with the term, pulp speed is writing at a rate at which you can support yourself as a writer, like the pulp writers did. They rarely rewrote, at least more than once, and they wrote prodigiously every day. Continue reading