I finally finished the first draft of story #7. I plan on having the final draft done by the end of the week, (I try to shave down at least ten percent) and then two more to go. I don't know why I'm set on nine as THE number for my collection, but I'm determined to have the book done and e-published by my 40th birthday. Sort of a pre-mid-life-crisis goal. Sometimes writing is a labor of precise deliberation. Other times, it's like whittling underwater blindfolded with a knife made of jello.
In the world of politics, I don't get why everyone is acting so surprised and shocked that Romney bad-mouthed liberals at a fund-raiser for the 1%. What did you expect, that he was going to be singing their praises?