Power

At around 11 pm between my house and Rachel's, I see lots of police cars. Tonight I saw four, one of which had pulled someone over and another at someone's house. I wonder why there are so many.

Today was library day. Rachel and I went and we worked on a lot of things. She drew, while I made plans for my story. I have a few more things worked out which should add a lot to the middle of the story. I think it might easily end up being over 150,000 words. It might even reach 200,000. It's too early to tell. But there are some major changes and additions happening, hopefully all for the best.

I'm embarrassed by my rough draft. With shorter things like short stories or poems, I have a chance to revise it two or three times before anyone sees it. But with this novel, I forced myself to just move ahead as quickly as I could, without ever stopping to alter anything. So parts of it are very raw. With this rewrite, I'll hopefully be able to smooth everything out and focus more on quality, rather than quantity. It'll just take twice as long.

The power of thought. The power of imitation. These things are more real than we understand. If you act angry, you start to feel angry. If you think you are unhappy, then you become unhappy. Hopefully we can get it to work the other way around, too. I don't want my life to be full of frustration and disappointment. I want it to be fun, happy, and full of accomplishment. The first step, sometimes, is to just start thinking differently.