The last couple weeks I’ve had my main male character on the brain. I kept wondering how we really felt before the opening events and when he reached the first decision point in the story. I took it that a) this meant I needed to know and tell that part of the story and b) it might be time to really start the rewrite.

So today I squirreled myself away in a secret location and stared at the screen for awhile and then I started typing. I started on a blank page whose title included the word rewrite. My goal was to get to the point where the new page started to join in with the beginning of the story as I knew it.

1206 words later I closed the laptop and felt pretty darn good about it. I think it’s a better intro to him and to the story. It’s a much better reason for him to take the first steps into the story.

I might have no idea what I’m doing but I had a good time doing it.

So all in all a good day. A bit of errands, a splash of shopping and a bottle of this:

It’s apparently also available in older vintages. It’s so good I wouldn’t mind stashing a few bottles for a few years…

you’re just showing off
and not showing all your work
but sometimes you must

log three minus x
raise to the sixteenth power
and what’s the result?

I know the Apocalypse (zombie or otherwise) is coming because how? Because I took a leap of faith and put two different requests to the comptroller’s office in the same envelope. While they might have done the one, I fully expected that they would tell me that they couldn’t do number two because the paperwork relied on them having done number one first. So, it turns out they must have done number one and then number two and all was good.

That’s so incredibly amazing I can’t even begin to imagine how it’s possible. To be honest I was even thinking they’d reject number one for faulty paperwork or some such thing.

So, thank you NYS Comptroller’s office for doing the two things, correctly and in the correct order and well, welcome to the Apocalypse.