I jumped up to 192 solid pages on BC-3 because I had this section pretty much set, already...though I did shift one chapter up and now it works better...so the flow continues. Gentle and as mean as the Mississippi. Allen's revealed more about himself in ways he hadn't intended. I have one more chapter to write and probably three more to clean up and then that'll be it -- I'll have my first draft done. Then I get to print it out and initiate editor mode.
It's warm tonight. Has been a bit weirdly warmer the last couple of days. Everyone's telling me how unusual this summer has been for Buffalo. I'm beginning to feel responsible, because this is how Texas is, weather-wise -- warm during the latter part of the day up into the evening. Oh, well...it helped for the bit where Eric goes to Dallas.
I got the paperwork I need to get a New York Driver's License, but I'm a bit reticent. Do I really want to commit to the state in that way? What if this racist running for governor gets elected? Carl Palladino, who e-mailed a picture of a C-130 landing in the desert as a number of black men scurried to get away from the dust it was churning up and which had the message, "Run, N****R, Run" with it. And also a photo of Obama done up as a 1970's pimp with his wife as his hooker. Crap like that. Yet he's running close behind Andrew Cuomo.
It's diseased how so much of this country is supporting people who will do their best to destroy it. Many of them want to cut Social Security out, completely. Rescind the health care bill. Cut taxes for the rich bastards who wrecked the economy. Increase military spending. End a woman's right to choose. Kill faggots. And it's the very people who're getting hurt the most by the policies of the GOP that most ardently support it. I just don't get it.
I guess I'll become a full-fledged New Yorker and vote against the bigot, but I really wish I had something to vote FOR, for a change. It's disgraceful that the Dems ain't offering that.