Writer of fiction, poetry, etc - based in Vancouver BC
I am very tired, but I would still like to write something. It’s been a few days.
I’m doing that week of 7am shifts, and I accepted a sixth shift in a row—Sunday, nine hours, as a PC. I wanted the PC shift, and I thought it would be better to have Monday off, rather than Sunday.
Meanwhile, I’m working on editing and expanding my Montreal writing. It’s turning into something. I don’t know if something good, but something. I've been enjoying it. Sort of. It's also been a pain, at the end of these early work days. But I want it done. I wnt to get back to my fiction.
Today was potluck day at work. Everyone was encouraged to cook something and bring it in. I did pasta. Some people copped out and brought in Tim Horton’s or KFC. But it was good: we all think we should do it more often. Nice to interact that way, sit down and all share food with each other.
Went to what used to be The Cove, a local pub that we liked, with Grandpa for dinner. It’s a Mexican restaurant now. We got nachos, but it wasn’t really the place for nachos and they weren’t the best nachos. I want to go back and try a proper entree. Something like a burrito. The atmosphere was excellent, and I liked it. The cocktail I got was good—mezcal and grapefruit, and some other stuff.
The tables were the same as before. You really could tell it was the same place. Something pleasant about continuity; nothing wrong with chance, either. I can take a bit of both.
I am too tired for this, but I’m happy to get something down. I would like to expand this a little at some point.