A beginning.

With no vehicles in sight in any direction, Maria waited patiently for the light to turn green. She dug into her purse to pull out a twenty-five-year-old photograph, once vivid, now sinking into sepia, pockmarked and torn. In it, a pretty woman sat on a yellow towel laid out on a beach, smiling at the photographer, ineffectively holding her auburn hair out of her face in the wind. Setting the picture aside, Maria readjusted the rear view mirror, just to be sure. And there it was, her face again. The light changed.

49,905 left.

Buddha Nature.

I've already talked about the odd website-blocking system at my workplace, but this is getting bizarre.

The NaNoWritMo webpage, which previously was blocked, now isn't.

Stranger still, although Salon, its Comics page and individual comics are not blocked, the archives are inaccessible.

The Tour: The Trailer.

I've got several pictures in my cheap, cheap camera, but my old, old computer is rather finicky about uploading them. Since I've still got some novel to write and since I need to sleep soon, I'm going to leave with one of the more representative shots I have already.

( Welcome to my living room. )

Day 1(/2?)

N=-49,481.

A prologue, mostly. Hopefully, it will help me start the main brunt of the story.