Twelve hours at the writing desk.

Twelve hours at the writing desk. The body aches and the word machine is depleted. Finished a short story in English, around 3500 words, and immediately started drafting the Arabic version. First time writing fiction in Arabic in a good... 20 years maybe? Which makes me slow and sluggish, but also makes the experience itself exciting. What can I say, I get off on trying new shit. One of the interesting things emerging from this process is that in drafting the Arabic, I'm not doing a super faithful translation, but rather I find myself making drastic changes along the way. Not just in dialogue or choice of words or sentence structuring, but even in characterization and plot details. Changes that I feel would make for a better story. So much so that once I'm done with the Arabic, I'm likely to go back to the English draft and rewrite it accordingly. As I begin to build momentum in my approach to PROJECT HOURGLASS, I'm already anticipating the three major disruptions I have in store for…