Saturday

Time: 1537
Place: the couch in Layla's apartment, bronxville, by
Mood: fair with gusts of hope
Weather: grey with touches of gray

Grandfather,

This is not a weekend to live literally or vicariously, though there
cetainlt is something to be said for triumphing in the face of the
difficult and vexing, but certainly, you faces your own tribulations
this week, and deserve a weekend of rest and relaxation.

I have just returned from IKEA where I marveled at the ingenuity of
the Swedes and also, at seeing gas prices below two dollars. Crazy
things happening in New Jersey.

Have lots of puppet building to do, so news will be light today. Glad
to hear you are healthy again.

Love,

Eric Ugland

Friday

Time: 7:18
Place: starbucks, Bronxville
Mood: hopeful
Weather: wet and lukecold

Grandfather,

The end of another scholastic week. I have found myself in something
of a sticky situation, having gotten a little behind in my work, and
now I have to throw on some serious elbow grease and make this weekend
a work weekend, and by weekend, I mean Sunday. A work Sunday.

Hope you are feeling well.

Love,

Eric Ugland

Monday

Time: 2152
Location: the back patio, Pub, Sarah Lawrence college, Bronxville, NY
Mood: fair
Weather: clear skies, cold air

Grandfather,

Well, I feel a bit foolish, having sent the past few emails to an address that was, sadly, incorrect. Problem solved, I daresay.

This evening finds things in my neck of the woods quite well. I have a play due tonight, and I fear I will miss the deadline, but the deadline is more of a soft target, not the absolute end time. I started writing the play this evening, after a couple of days of gestation. My writing routine has been somewhat non existent of late, for no particular reason, so it is a little difficult to hop back into the swing of things. In the serious two hours I worked, I got ten pages done, which is no small feat, but ultimately is below the level to which I have performed in the past.

I am currently on a bit of a break as I sit in the brisk night air at the mid point of a stroll. So many tricks and tilts I use to free up my mind, to get it to focus more keenly on the worlds I am trying to populate and the stories I am trying to weave. In a certain respect, it is thoroughly exhausting, and exciting. Really flying in the world of a play is something I lack the appropriate vocabulary to describe, but it is, and I use the proper form here, Awesome. Striking awe into me.

I am going back to work now, and hope your day is full of delights.

Love,
Eric Ugland