I went to sleep early yesterday.  The entire day I had felt overheated like I was a Peace Keeper suffering from heath delirium.  (Note that this is a Farscape reference for Leahabird.)   Lisa and I went to an enjoyable restaurant, but the service was really slow.  We were there for almost two hours.  I felt ornery and thus decided that perhaps I was better off staying away from people.

I read a few graphic novels and then went to bed.  My wife woke me late that night and ordered me to drink water as I was sweating like I had suffered from a heat stroke.  I am very compliant in my sleep and I woke up drinking water very confused.

It rained in Seattle this morning.  The sky had a somber feel to it.  I didn’t find out about the Batman/Colorado shootings until I made it into work.  It felt very surreal as it very well could have been me and my friends there.  I know some people that could have been there, but luckily weren’t.    It has reinforced this feeling of morality that I’ve felt since I turned 39 in April.  We only get a limited amount of time on this rock.  Lately, I’ve felt like I’ve squandered some of my years.  It has given me a strange melancholy that I haven’t managed to squish just yet.

This week, I finished all of my freelance deadlines and have started once again on my novel A Wicked Messenger.  The current word count is 65,500 and I expect that it will reach 100,000 before it is  complete.  This is the sequel to The Highway West.

My next novel project will be titled A Parliament of Stars.  I have the universe, the plot, and a number of details sharp in my mind, but I can’t figure out the name of the main character.   It feels like this name should be epic and have multiple meanings.  This character will reveal her name in time.  A writer must learn to be patient after all.