Today was a visiting day for me at Taft Camp, so I woke with enthusiasm at 1:44 am. I wanted to read through the edits I’ve made to the first two chapters of the manuscript. Next week, I expect that Carole will submit my proposal along with three sample chapters to my agent. While he considers it, I will continue writing. I worked through page 283 this morning, taking me deeper into chapter seven.
I went outside for exercise, running three miles. That brought my running tally to 2,105 miles over the past 238 consecutive days.
Carole was here at 8:10, but with the line and processing, our visit didn’t begin until 8:35. One week feels too long for us to pass between visits. Some prisoners prefer to avoid visiting, but Carole is my connection to the world. I cherish every minute that we’re together. When she’s beside me my heart pounds, not only with exhilaration from her touch, but also with anticipation of how wonderful life will be once I’m released from prison and living with her.
Today, I had the privilege of meeting a few people in the visiting room. Steve is a fellow prisoner here at Taft Camp, and while Carole and I were visiting, Steve enjoyed a visit from his wife, Peggy, and daughter, Meg. Peggy is an English professor, and she has been kind to edit my initial work on the manuscript.
We also met Suzy, a wife from Utah who flew in to visit her husband. She came over and introduced herself to us, and thanked us for posting regular news about life at Taft Camp.
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