I started and deleted several journal entries today, trying to express my rage and anguish over the elections, but in the end I decided that everything I wanted to say had already been said by others, in the blogs and LiveJournals I've been reading obsessively for the last several days. My failure to come up with anything I thought worth posting might be partially explained by the fact that I went to sleep around midnight and snapped awake at 4:30. Heck of a way to go into a convention (OryCon starts tomorrow).
So today I decided to withdraw from the political world for a while. I listened to music on the radio, not news, and when I got home from work to find Kate, home from Phoenix at long-awaited last, I said "let's watch The Court Jester." And so we did; yea, verily, yea. There were substantial bits in there that neither of us remembered; I wonder if we've ever watched the disc before?
After the movie I wrote on my novel. It feels so pointless, and yet in some ways it is therapeutic, because (see the entries from way back around the beginning of 2002) this novel is in part about my anger with the lies and manipulations of those in power and the idiocy of the general public. And besides, it's NaNoWriMo, and though I'm not formally "doing" NaNoWriMo, my goal is to write a little something every day and I didn't even miss Election Day. So I wrote another couple hundred words, for a total of over 1000 words in the first three days of the month. Slow and steady is the way to make progress.
Slow and steady. And don't forget to breathe.
Oh, one tiny bit of good news: I just sold Swedish rights for "The Tale of the Golden Eagle" to magazine Nova Science Fiction.