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Since joining jonowrimo, I am pleased to report that I have written *something* every school day (meaning every day my child was at school). I started with 200 words & built up to 400-500. That may not seem like much but we're talking dissertation here, not fiction. So I'm moderately pleased with myself.

Except today I goofed. I didn't write anything at all & barely made it through a research-related essay I checked out from the library. A mini crisis of confidence. I will recoup tomorrow.

I also want to mention that I read & loved Linda Urban's "A Crooked Kind of Perfect." Great main character, nothing extraneous in the prose or story, lots of heart and some deftly funny touches.

Lastly, the other day I was typing at my dining room table when I became aware of a strange presence along the periphery of my vision. I looked up and there, just outside my window, was giant buck staring at me less than fifteen feet away. As with my word count, this may not seem impressive until you understand that this was 10:30 in the morning and I live in a dormitory apartment complex that houses about 350 people. This buck had come up from the nearby canyon was creeping along the sidewalk doing I don't know what. Looking for food I suppose. It was such a strange occurrence, made stranger by the fact that NO ONE ELSE SAW IT! But you believe me, right? Someone kindly suggested that perhaps I'd experienced a Native America visionquest. That would be cool with me, but that's not what happened. And if that were the case, what does it mean?!