Writers' meeting last night, where we critiqued short stories that have been rejected repeatedly. It was informative, and fun. I went out with a few of my friends there and splurged, spending $6.50 on salad, water and the tip. On my budget and my meager disability, that was profligate indulgence. In fact, I shouldn't dine at all, but usually I can't resist some social time. Besides, I hadn't had a lot of variety in my diet.
I worked on Ginger Snaps: The Feral Bond this morning. I'm tempted to add another scene, but no, I decided to deal with the loose end there in the epilogue. So, I'm now on the last paragraph of the story.
Following the perpetual election: only the worst cynicism could explain a vote for Romney. I'm glad Claire McCaskill won the primary.
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