As Swine Flu continued to spread today, my inner survivalist tracked down a good survival handbook, a water purification system, and a solar powered/hand crank radio to add to our emergency supplies.
Then my more dominant inner pragmatist took over and together we dashed off a revised and recreated outline for Prairie Apocalypse, the Nanowrimo novel that suffered major losses in my recent laptop meltdown (forgive the terrible, working title... it will change, I swear). I poured all of my jitters over this pandemic that may not develop into developing a pandemic that will catalyze revelations about relationships, community, and the meaning of life among an endearing and endangered cast.
Until today, I have been avoiding any effort to recreate what I lost when Gateway ate two months of work I failed to back up. I found the task depressing. I was also certain that any recreated version would be a meek, pale shadow of the original.
Luckily, the outline I ferociously assembled today is, if anything, an improvement on the previous one. The rewrite (part two) can begin today... assuming no actual pandemic competes for my attention.
Gems worth Re-Reading
About Growing Baby Doing Good Together Elliot Rose Family Rituals Fie Flora and Fauna For the Love of Learning Greenish In My Opinion Just for Laughs Just for Me Making Tinkles Maya Mindfulness Mmm... So Tastey NaNoWriMo News of the Day Noveling Photo Friday Sewing Sisterly Love Sweet Dreams The Chicken Ladies the end Tonsils We like to Move It Move It Wonderment