I am writing my words for NaNoWriMo, I am remembering other eves of  presidential elections and I am feeling proud that I’m an American, poised to see our first Afro-American president elected in this country and to celebrate the event, I’m ready to travel to Washington and freeze as he is inaugurated.

I am writing my novel as I wait to vote in the morning, as the sun rises. I just finished my day’s word total.  I have committed to 1200 words, for 30 days of November. Day 3 is ending and I have 4822 words on paper, that’s 22 over what I need for today.

The totals do matter to me.  I am pushing to meet the word count. So many words to get down on the page has been expanding my sentences, my paragraphs, my conversations, ultimately, my characters.

I am good right now, familiar with my terrain but that will end soon and I wonder where I will take my girls, where they will take me would be a better way to consider this journey.

1600 words every day, wow, I wonder I will feel next Monday, the Monday after….

And beyond my challenge to write a novel, I’m wondering about Barack Obama, who lost  his grandmother early yesterday morning.  He is poised to win this election and his grandmother dies just one day too soon to see it happen- one day too soon for him to be able to call her, to thank her.

How frustrating!

But how exciting it will be for us to watch him grow into a president at a time in our history when we need someone different in a world poised for someone fresh and focused on the world of the future.  I can’t wait for tomorrow night.  I hope Tuvia and I are drinking the bottle of champaign I have the refrigerator for this event. He does want to celebrate with other Democrats tomorrow, but I would happy just to be quiet here with a warm fire.

I can’t wait!