I’m beginning to count things. Pages. Number of pieces. Unwritten pieces. Artwork that I need. All this counting means that I am getting close to the end of this book. Today, I made a few more strides. I started by cleaning up/reworking some of the historical stuff I wrote yesterday. Then I began scouring my interview transcripts for references to the Waterloo refugee camp, where the family stayed from 1995-1997, and the piece I was focused on today. I wrote a couple of new pieces based on this information, including a poem that I don’t really like that much. I also found quite a few international refugee organizations.
That took me to lunch. After lunch, I fiddled around with some other pieces, dug back into the transcripts, and kind of wasted time until I found some interesting radio interviews with one of the RUF’s most feared commanders, Sam “Mosquito” Bockarie. Tomorrow, I’m hoping to compile some of these interviews into a piece.
So what’s the count now? 83 separate pieces, 110 pages. Hopefully, my head will clear by tomorrow. Think I’m going to dig in the dirt for a while tonight.