Barometric pressure feels like witchcraft. We had huge freaky storms last night, and it looks like we're now having them again. We woke up to news reports about people being rescued from cars and drunk college students being swept away into storm tunnels. Water was over the pilot light, but it's all fixed now and we're unscathed.
My JoNoWriMo week was lametastic, since I was too busy to breathe. We even canceled a trip to N.C. this weekend, because life and work just didn't permit. But I managed to get back on track today, at least in terms of new words. This section of the book involves a huge scene at a White House state dinner and it is hard, hard, hard to manage so far. But I did get to write about
Sargent's Teddy Roosevelt today.
16,953 / 65,000
(26.1%)
Oh, and I've figured out some big structural things, where this goes and that goes in relation to everything else. Progress is progress, no matter how it feels.