...and blogging to avoid returning to my NaNoWriMo project. My darling daughter-in-law, who successfully finished the draft of a novel in last year's NaNoWriMo, convinced me it's worth a try, so I'm trying to translate one of the stories I've told myself over many wakeful nights. Progress reports to follow.
(So far very little to report. Last night I managed about 710 words. A friend who had been out knocking on doors trying to get out the vote came by to decompress, just in time to rescue me from having to write Chapter 2.)
It's election night, and I am gloomy about results. Here in Washington we have a Senate race that should barely be a contest - and in polls, it's too close to call.
Speeches from early Republican winners trumpet American exceptionalism. When are we going to grow up?
This afternoon Nancy and I worked on a book of pictures from our friend Jan's 80th birthday. His party, in Dordrecht, was one of the highlights of our trip in September.
Another highlight was the sojourn in Venice. Here are some pictures.
(I love gondolas.)
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