Distractions

I really should be writing but football (or basketball) is difficult to resist. *Sigh* Okay, I'm making a deal with myself--I can watch the current Giants/Cowboys game through halftime and then I'll head to the library and write until 5:45 p.m., which will have me home in time for True Blood.

I'm a bad Wrimo. It's only the second day and already I'm having trouble managing my time. It shouldn't be difficult once I get started though. I purposely stopped near the beginning of my next scene so I wouldn't waste time today.

FUMBLE!!!! gotta go!

Ain't Nothin' New

I should just turn off the internet. Yes, that's what I need to do because these stories about minorities being harassed and disenfranchised is making my heart race:

Latinos in Nevada were called from "official Barack Obama representatives" to take their "vote by phone." (This would keep them away from the polls on Tuesday.)

Two Latina women were threatened by their community members in New Mexico to vote Republican or "face deportation." (They are really citizens of this country and were rightly offended.)

African American communities in Philly received expensive glossy professional-looking mailers that said "because the voter turnout is expected to create long wait lines, there will be two voting days: Tuesday and Wednesday." (This is supposed to keep African Americans at home because we are expected to actually vote this year.)

And it goes on and on...

I've been talking with my family and close friends. We're hoping with all our hearts Barack wins and we pray for him and his family daily but will we be surprised if he doesn't make it to the White House? Hell no. These tactics are not new. Being black, nothing surprises you and you learn to wait before officially celebrating. (For those who don't know their Black History, Juneteenth is a great example of this.)

Tuesday is going to be a long day and something tells me we'll have to fight for this, even if Barack Obama is declared the next president.

Rewards

It really helped to get out of the house and write at the library. Afterwards, I headed to Starbucks and ended up getting free coffee! I'm a little wired now. I don't know if it's the coffee or if I'm just excited to see my boys Bill and Sam get into trouble. Only 15 minutes now!

Awww Sookie, Sookie

I guess the cat's...er, the dog's outta the bag! :o)