A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-One-Hundred-And-Two

Tonight was the first night in a bit where it was a bit of a struggle to get a good grasp on what I wanted to do with my fiction for the evening.  I did find something, in the end, that I feel is interesting, if nothing else, and it was certainly in the direction of the work that I am most drawn towards, as it involves a sort of metafictional approach that I've been playing with and which feels as if it is going in a bit of a different direction than most of the work I encounter that plays in that space.  A lot of it is to do with a certain playfulness, as well as it being largely about my relationship as an author with the characters who inhabit the work.  I certainly feel like it is letting me play in a way that feels my own, whether or not it is something others would see it in a different way, and that is enough of reason to keep going in that direction.