I was worried it was going to be like 54 or a no or something. 61.6 is fairly definitive. No-one's quibbling over it.
My wife and I have this Friday off work, and we're heading to a lovely city in the UK called Bath for the day Booked in a nice restaurant too... Really looking forward to the day away
I managed to gt my jury duty postponed until January. That leaves December free for me to host my sister and her family (I haven't seen her kids in about nine years!) here at our new huge house. We'll only have one Christmas season here before we move north, so we're going to try to enjoy it!
The easy way to get out of Jury duty is to be unsuitable during voire dire - if its a black guy getting tried get yourself some temporary swastika tats and tell the defence all about how you used to be in Christian Identity when you were younger but left because they turned all moderate.
I wore a police department t-shirt when I got summoned, but didn't end up needing it. We sat around from nine to noon, got permission to go to the courthouse cafeteria at noon, came back at one and they sent us all home. Don't remember if any groups even got called or not.
So the Patterson bill (conservative version) has been removed from the senate and now there is purely focus on possible amendments to the Dean Smith bill (moderate version). I do think exemption could apply to non-clergy marriage celebrants. But I hope the other amendment ideas are rejected because they essentially allow segregation in the marriage industry.
I missed yesterday's story-a-day thanks to a six-hour migraine, but after today's entry I'm still on course for a NaNo-equivalent word count. Might try to pick up the extra story later on, too.
After getting off my anxiety meds...I’ve found that I’ve been happier than I could remember in a long time. Literally every day for a week I’ve found something to be happy about. I don’t understand why or how...but I figured why would I give a colonoscopy to the metaphorical gift horse on the wrong end. I’ll still support other anxiety sufferers and offer tips when possible. I’ll not abandon them!!
Am really looking forward to Saturday when a friend and I will attend a round table discussion with a group of published authors. There is someone there from just about every genre or style it sounds like. Hoping this will give me the jump start I need to pick up my book and start writing again.
Rome I have been writing fiction for only 6 months. Wife and flown-out children knows about it. You see their slightly amused smiles. I write at night. I write on a tablet, one character after another on the screen keyboard. It's slow, but I don't think fast. I make many small breaks when I close my eyes and think. I am 10000 meters above Germany. My wife is taking me for a short holiday to Italy. I have brought my tablet. I have a document open. I start putting down keywords. When we took of there were only three phrases in the document. Two short-story and one flash prompt. I rest my head on my supporting arm. I close my eyes and search for associations to the flash prompt. I jot them down and repeat the procedure. My wife taps my shoulder “What’s the matter. Aren't you feeling well?” When I tell her that I am just writing she takes a photo of me, and resumes her newspaper. We have been married for almost 39 years, but this writing is mine, mine alone. I had to tell you this before I get jotting again. <closing document>
I got Cuphead as a gift and it's one of the first video games in a long time that I've had a hard time putting down. It's a weird combination of nostalgia, beautiful artwork, zany characters, and crazy difficult levels that works far better than I was expecting it to.
@The Dapper Hooligan: That's good! I've been having the same problem with the latest entry in the Total War series. For some reason, those damned Southern vampires aren't interested in joining my confederation. Luckily, they won't get any choice once I kill them and resurrect them. Again.
Put the Christmas tree and decorations up early. I only so many years I get to see the excitement on my sons face and today was bright and happy and full of laughs.
About to record the last speech for my online public speaking course (an oxymoron, but one important for my degree). After that, we just have exams, and then I'm finally done with that shit. Thank Darwin. EDIT: Done.
Insane student scribblings aside, it is a glorious 12C day, perfect for a waistcoat and a corduroy jacket, tweed trousers, suede shoes..... My favorite weather.
I decided to give my anxiety about T-Day the stinkeye by rewriting stuff I wasn't happy with. Still anxious as hell, but my writing doesn't suck.
I think the best thing about writing is when people who read your writing get pumped up and ask questions ecstatically about the plot/characters.