145 pages into the crime novel. While I finish this, I am going to immerse myself in classic horror, then use my road trip to New Orleans as the basis for a horror novel. Currently reading THE ISLAND OF DR. MOREAU by H.G. Wells (a nice Berkley paperback edition from 1968 with a hellish cover).
I have no desire to write short stories or poetry at the moment, but do have a strange long-form momentum going.
I won't be driving down to N.O. alone, after all. I'll be taking a friend, which will make the journey every bit as special as the vacation itself. Roughly three weeks until we set out.