My aunt put the Christmas decorations up on Thanksgiving, and I'm finally getting in the holiday spirit. The other day I spontaneously burst into caroling. Unfortunately, the carols I most wanted to sing were the ones I didn't know the words, so I ended up humming.
"Hum-hum-hum on the Feast of Stephen Hum-hum-hum."
"Glo-o-o-o-ria. Something something deo."
I had two substitute jobs, which constituted a good week of work for me. I'd like to have 2-3 jobs a week. Then maybe I could think about medical insurance. But I'm not quite there yet, leaving me with lots of writing hours and sporadic anxious insomnia.
I finished a draft of Chapter 26 of my novel, then turned back and re-wrote it. The first draft, I focused on ideas and logic. The second draft, I focused on images and feelings. The final draft will involve language and the nitty-gritty of point of view. This chapter's fun, as it involves murder and madness, but I'm worried that the madness clashes with the murder. I guess I'll have to see how it goes.
I raided my local library and came up with two books on ghosts, a book on cults, and a book on science and the soul. My aunt also loaned me a couple of books on true crime. These are all for research purposes, naturally. In addition, I read that parasites can cause you to pee blood and smallpox might make your skin ooze off you in sheets. Thanks a lot Killer Germs by Barry and David Zimmerman. A girl without health insurance really needs to know how many ways disease can kill her.
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