I’ll be writing so much more! she said.
Having a job will give me focus again! she said.
I’ll have that 20k written within the week! she said.
Somebody has been overestimating herself again.
But hey – I may not have written much this weekend, but I finally got to go and participate in our city’s amazing Dia De Los Muertos procession. We were too late to reach the urn and put in our notes (mementos, wishes, notes about loved ones who have passed go in the urn to be burned at the end of the ceremony), but the whole experience was wonderingly cathartic.
I love the idea of a special time every year set aside specifically to honor the dead, whether they’re your long-passed ancestors or a more recent grief. There are so many cultures that do something like Dia De Los Muertos, but we don’t have anything close in the US. We think by pretending death doesn’t exist, we can make it go away. Instead, we just shuttle all those grieving to the shadows and tell them to come back when they feel better. 
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Here is my current progress on OIBM, a YA fantasy ruckus about magical girls, the apocalypse, and exactly whose fault it is:
Fun Recent Google Searches: Polyphemus, the cyclops from the Odyssey
Average Words Per Day This Week: 632 (oof)
Number of impenetrable underground bunkers: 1
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