Call me Kieran

As we are nearing the tail-end of November, I thought it was about time I post an update. As you can see from the progress calendar to your right, there are a lot of days with no words written. Suffice it to say, it's been a rough month, with a lot of stuff going on, and I have accomplished well below half of what I intended to do. I'm still just under the halfway mark on The Daughter of Three, which, sadly, means I will still be working on it in December.

As I've proceeded along through my plots, my vision for where the book is going has been clearer, but most days I have just been too tired to apply butt to seat without falling asleep. Added to that, my major tech failure over the summer became more and more of a hindrance due to the slower processing speed of Morgainne (our aging HP Pavilion laptop), along with her much shorter battery life (roughly 35 minutes if I were working actively).

So, on the down-side, I'm still much further from done with the book than I pl…

Last night, I read this article about the TSA forcing a cancer survivor to remove her prosthetic breast and show it to the TSA agent during a security screening. I posted the article to my Facebook profile with a rather profanity-laden commentary, which sparked some fascinating discussion among my friends and family. Part of my outrage here is due to the fact that my mother is a three-time breast cancer survivor. She has undergone two mastectomies, one in 1993, and one in 2004. Based on this report, my mother would have to remove her bra during a TSA security screening if she were going to fly anywhere. Something about that strikes me as, well, wrong.