Well, now. That was an interesting last few days, wasn't it?

But, as it tends to, life goes on, and so must I.

I will be working on drafting a letter to some of my state representatives addressing my concerns. Eventually we'll hit representatives for the Senate, Congress, and so on. I think that it's likely they can be the same letter, cc'd several times over, or perhaps it will mostly be the same letter with a few adjustments to make it more applicable to the person receiving it.

In the meantime, I have a novel to write.

So far, I have 1,085 words when I should have 6,000. That's right. I am that far behind. It shouldn't be too hard to catch up. And in the meantime, thank God for rewrites.

Recently, before the new month, I was looking at my novel from last year. I haven't looked at it for about six months. It was a wonderful thing -- not the novel itself; it's full of problems -- but my ability to look at it now, knowing what it needed and knowing how to fix it. I've learned a lot in a year. And as long as I'm progressing, I can't complain.

So today I'm going to eat my breakfast and work on my novel for a bit, go to my class, come home, eat again, probably nap (it's that pregnant lady thing), write some more, make dinner, and so on. I fleshed out some things for about half an hour before I went to bed, so that should be quite helpful. I also couldn't get the story and characters out of my head, dreaming, in that in-between sleep and waking and in my deep dreams. I think it might have been really helpful; this isn't going to end up being the story I had thought it was.

And that's a great thing.