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turkish delight on a nova scotia night

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

I had a really good day, today. I put a chapter of my printed novel into a small zippered binder I've got, and took the thing to a small Turkish restaurant on Spring Garden road. I worked on my novel for an hour or so while I ate.

The place is called "Turkish Delight", unfortunately, but they serve really good food there. I get the lamb kafta kebob, as a rule.

After that, I took my work on to the Second Cup down the way. I was working on one of the most important chapters in my novel. In it, the main character is dragged into a meeting. Doesn't sound terribly exciting, I realize. But it's one of those meetings where something actually happens. In this case, he's sent on a path into a territory somewhere between those of the works of Mick Farren and Phillip K. Dick.

Anyhoo, it was good to be able to pick up the writing again after some months and to be able to stomach what I've written in the past.