I've reached the last page of my desk journal (the messy thing on the right) so it's time to break in a new one (the one with the handsewn cover on the left.) Although this working writer's daily jots are a bit cryptic, and probably not very interesting, I thought I'd give you a peek inside. My desk journal is a hold-all catch-all and allows me to store bits and bobs from my personal life as well as my work life. I started this one back in Spring 2024, when I was still tracking my word goals by hand (I do that with Excel now.) That's what's on this page, along with a note about what state produces the least toxic rice (California) and an address for Trader Joe's in Orlando, which we visited for the first time that week. I was building our emergency pantry that spring, and deciding what sort of rice to buy for it. My NDA means I can't show you all the work notes, research jots, sources and such, but here's another page with some perso...
Two hundred and fifty years ago, a bunch of ungrateful upstarts forming a baby government passed a radical document that was, in its essense, a request for their country to not longer be under the rule of King George III and the British Parliment. There were thirteen established colonies in their country at the time, mostly filled with criminals, religious extremists and people who fled their native lands to come there for other unsavory reasons. You could call them the riff raff and that would be kind. The radical document contained 27 specific problems these guys had at the time with King George III's specific behaviors in regard to this little nothing of a country; all of them inflicted without the consent of the criminals, extremists and other unsavory folks. It was like a long-distance impeachment. It was their wish for freedom from oppression. It was also for the time completely audacious, highly shocking, and absolutely committed this bunch of malcontents to a war wi...