Writing Retreat 2026, day 2

Yes­ter­day I chopped words from a 3350-word sto­ry till it was under 2500 words. I read it over today, and it’s still got the heart of the sto­ry in it. I’ll give it anoth­er look in a few days and see if I’ve missed anything.

Today I read about a dozen chap­ters in Julian Com­stock by Robert Charles Wil­son. I’m into the final sec­tion and I’m still not sure how this is going to end.

I also con­tin­ued edit­ing the paper man­u­script of There’s Noth­ing Good at the Top. There are a num­ber of things I need to add in there, and the list is grow­ing. (It’s fine; as they say, writ­ing’s re-writing.)

After sup­per I head­ed to Wasagam­ing to snap a short time­lapse of the sunset.

I also got a panora­ma of the sun­set sky.

After that, I con­tin­ued on to Spruces, where the clouds stayed away from the shots I want­ed of the Milky Way.

Back at the house, I set up for some quick star trails (and got a bonus shot of the Big Dipper).

And now it’s just past mid­night, and I’m going to go to bed. (That’s one thing about doing this retreat in mid-Sep­tem­ber rather than July or August; I don’t have to stay up till 1 am to get prop­er­ly dark skies.)

Inter­est­ed in prints of my pho­tos? Let me know, and we can work some­thing out.