Got A Real Reporter's Dream Last Night...

 Not sure which ink-stained wretch that I am likeChris and Bernard with but one thing did feel familiar in the dream: that sense of "Why are you being so difficult about answering such a simple question?", only because I've been Features Girl pretty much always("real reporter" was a bit dismissing of self, though in the dream I was asking about something nobody'd really send me out for) the simple questions are a bit more basic.  Like "No, I can't just use your nickname and not your real name." or "Why are you being so weird about your age?"

It's a draft!

 Had a writing instructor in college who told us we could only have victory laps about our work making copies for class at Kinko's.  Since I don't do that, anymore...taking a moment...and we're done.

Well, not exactly. Still haven't decided how momentous(or cynical) I want the very end to be...I still have a few choices to make. But, still, this time last month, this idea was a bubble of pique and a dream.

Sometimes it still blows my mind that I can do that, even if sometimes I wish this all had more solid underpinnings than how much I hate that my senior Senator isn't who I thought she was.(To put that mildly and without the Milch glossary)

Stacey Abrams can do (almost) everything...

 From producing a readablethriller to paying off Arizonans' medical debt, you can almost see why they thought she could save Terry McAuliffe.