My wife and I flew from Portland to Kennedy Airport in NYC yesterday, and for most of the flight we jetted along at about 550 miles per hour at 35,000 feet. From Montana to New York, I worked on my second novel, Trout Run.  Or more precisely, I worked on two troublesome paragraphs. I rewrote the first of these from Montana to North Dakota, and the second from North Dakota to New York. I kept track of our flight’s progress on the virtual map Delta Airlines provides on the back of the seat to your immediate front. Novels are supposed to be long. By my estimation, those two paragraphs lasted roughly two thousand miles. And by my further estimation, completing the entire novel will require about one hundred trips around the sun.

Quote of the Day: “Writing comes more easily if you have something to say.” Sholem Asch