Today I took a plane ride from Logan Airport in Boston, MA, to Denver International Airport in Denver, CO. After a little sleeping and reading, I pulled out my computer and worked on my novel. Progress was slow. I’m stuck on a chapter and kept going back to change things. Transitioning back to school also means that I’m distracted, missing home and looking forward to being back at Colorado College at the same time, so I found it hard to find my rhythm. I wrote for 70 minutes.

Around 4pm I sat in the lounge of Montgomery and worked on a sketch (about a porno directed by a very intense Julliard graduate) with Mira. We wrote for another 70 minutes.

Before going to sleep, I lay in my bed and worked on a short story about a man who discovers another world inside the walls of his house. I’ve been working on it everyday, as a side project to the novel, since Jan 12. It’s currently at 5,605 words and has been flowing incredibly well. Thinking the ease of writing has to do with its fantasy genre. (Because I grew up reading fantasy? Because it’s easier to making stuff up than trying to be realistic? Or because writing genre fiction has tricked me into lowering my standards and giving into tropes? I don’t know. I find that tricky with fantasy: what’s the line between a genre-defining theme and a cliché?) I wrote 400 new words tonight.