Climate Change

Well, that was odd.

This morning I woke up about 4 a.m. and couldn't sleep, but I still don't feel worn down as I did when I got a full 8 hours of sleep yesterday. It must be the weather change.

Everything is being blamed on weather change. But here's my question; what if this is the weather of the 1600s and we don't know it because no one was around?

I am not debating weather change in the sense of the world coming to a great climate departure due to our involvement. If you're an idiot, you're still believing the Rush Limbaugh theory that the North Pole is like ice cubes that melt in a glass (except that the north pole has land underneath).

I started writing something good last night. It was really weird how it started. Everything was going pretty slow, I was chugging out my 5,000 words. And then I started cooking at something. Which was weird on how fast it was coming out of me.

I had a settling and a bunch of character arcs about halfway through the story. Some of the issues came up which I knew I would have to go back and revisit.

I love when my brain works that way. It starts churning, going through the motions, then charging as if its on the time trials at the Utah Salt Flats.

And thus, I am back to pounding out more words...