Back to blogging. Some friends came over yesterday and we all kept each other company while we watched the news and discussed. Sarah made cookies. Now you know why I bought a house with her. There's nothing like chocolate chip cookies and milk for comfort in uncertain times.

It's been a long day. It's hard to focus on work. But I'm tired of watching the news.

They've tightened up security in my building. It was already pretty good. One of the legacies of operating a newspaper during the roaring twenties in Chicago. During the night they did a sweep of the building with dogs and they're x-raying all packages that are delivered. Nobody order anything racey from amazon.com.

I'm still trying to get the last two chapters written. I got a letter from a concerned fan, wanting to know if I got my actress out of her trailer. Yes, I did. I showed her pictures of how handsom the other actor in her scene was, and reminded her that she only got paid when she was actually on the set. Apparently money motivates the fictional actresses who play the fictional characters in my head when I'm trying to write.

That statement alone will keep my therapist busy for weeks.

PS. I need to buy some action figures or something. They would be invaluable for blocking out fight scenes.