It’s almost 7am. October first two thousand thirteen. I don’t know what’s going on in the world, especially my country. Well, I think I do, but if I think too long about it, I feel crazy. The politicians are losing their cool. There are normal good people here. It’s hard living, that’s the nature of existence. Do they want to make people hate each other? Nonsense. I’m not going to think about this for the rest of the week. We don’t matter all that much. It’s history. I have important things to take care of. Media numbness no more. I’m going to keep working on my novel. I got another two thousand words edited. Work for another hour and then punch out of the mines. It’s getting close. Page 92 of 486.
Have a good week. Keep at it. Thank you for reading.
Adventures In American Writing 