Fighting back: 10 ideas for 2008

"We fought the 2004 campaign with one hand tied, because we let the Right get away with a few sweeping assumptions that just aren't true. Some of those assumptions are explicit and some are subliminal. We need to make them all explicit and deny them." Click here to read more.

Thanks to minnehaha B. for pointing me to this.

Glare report: 12/3/04: Lake Nokomis still, argh. And we're really glaring here

Total words: 13,200.
Words added tonight: 450. Well, some of them I may have nicked from another part of the book and re-distributed here.
Stopping because: I'm tired and discouraged. The scene still isn't done, but I'm stumped as to how to proceed for the moment, and I've reached a point where what I've got would probably do for the reading tomorrow.
Mood: Really, really low, but this is the time of the month when the universe is black to me. I know that. I had Rob read it, and he told me that it didn't suck, but what the hell does he know? It does so suck.
Notes: I'm still fretful about my style. Or lack thereof. I'm fretful because I'm trying to explain a fleeting mood, and I'll be damned if I can nail it right. I got up and paced a lot tonight, not my usual style. I kept ending up in the kitchen and prowling around the Doritos on the counter and snarling that I was NOT GOING TO EAT THEM.

I didn't, either, although I showed enough distressing lack of impulse control earlier in the day that I can't be smug about not caving in on the Doritos. AND THEY'RE STILL CALLING TO ME, DAMMIT.

I feel like Salieri in Amadeus, who dared to pray to God, "Make me a great composer" and then discovered how God had cruelly given him the gift of perceiving genius, but only in someone else, not in himself.