Hemingway. (ernestoic) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-05-20 15:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | katherine lokadóttir, ~ernest hemingway |
Who? Ernest & Kat
Where? The forest
When? Wednesday
What? Hunting
Rating? Mediumish- language & references to adult things.
Open? Sure
Ernest hadn't really been sleeping. A few hours a night at most, just to take the edge off, but his head was bursting with ideas, and sleeping through that creativity seemed like an absolute waste. But he felt fine; the occasional headache, nothing more. A mild migraine at most. Nothing much. And he wasn't really eating, he didn't have the stomach for it, but he always tended to work better on an empty stomach. Maybe it reminded him of the good old days in Paris. He'd eat once he was satisfied with his work.
He was bouncing, shifting from one foot to the other, pacing up and down as he waited for Kat by the entrance to the forest. He was a bit stuck with the next chapter, and he needed to do something to take his mind off of it. He needed to get out, to clear his head- and hunting was a great discipline for that. He could go back feeling the benefits of the fresh air, of the focused attention, the concentration, the adrenaline- maybe they could shoot something to eat, and then he would eat, and sleep a little, and start on the writing again the next day. That was the best thing.