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I always feel oogy when someone assumes I'm Native American. I don't feel I'm "entitled" to that label. I'm fairly certain I am by blood, sure. But not by experience or education. It's even more oogy when another Native does it, like yesterday. Happens a lot up here.

When I worked at Swan in Pennsylvania, before I transitioned, but had grown my hair out long, I was called "Chief." I enjoyed the comfortableness my coworkers had in me for giving me the nickname, but the nickname felt....wrong.

Or that one time someone from Tulalip asked me if I was Native and I said "Well, if you think Mexicans are Native." His reply? "Weren't no borders back in the day, brother."

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So I'm sitting here, clearing spam from our forums when suddenly a little voice in the back of my head says, "what if the virus does THIS?"

And suddenly this flood of information goes coursing through my head. Characters start speaking up about how it will affect thier stories, and this solid block of story forms up.

Thank goodness for my ideas-book. Got a lot of scribbles in it today. Looks like there will be some writing tonight.

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Had a really horrible dream last night I'm calling AIRPORT Y2K+16 (which may have actually helped with story plot (not so much the content, but the fact I had a bad dream)).

Sitting at a picnic table at an airport runway viewing point waiting for the Space Shuttle to land. Looking off into the horizon, though, I see a very black cloud of smoke blanketing the Space between two hills.

The shuttle and it's chase jets glide overhead, and land. Suddenly an air raid siren goes off, and the black cloud advances rapidly. Three very large (and oddly misshapen) planes take off, one right after the other, but the third gets caught in an upstart and crashed a few feet in front of me. Where suddenly a bid smashes into it. The cloud is covering everything now...

...now, in nearly all my dreams, no matter how dark our scary they get, I'm almost always unemotional in them. I take another note of my sandwich, and think pretty plainly, "wow...gonna be a bad day for a lotta folks...."

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::Frets all day about not having time to cook dinners AND write in the book while inspired to do so::
7PM: "Oh, I forgot my recipe at work. Dammit."
7:01PM: "....oh, right!"

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Can I do 800 more words before the top of the hour? I'll hit a milestone if I can....

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Stupid me got "number of words" and "number of characters" mixed up and here I thought I've written 70,320 words before even linking the individual scenes together. "THIS IS A FREAKING PHONE BOOK AND ONLY A 30k FILE?!?!"

Oops.

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The Many Lives of Genevieve
36 Pages, 12,335 Words (up 975!)

So, the book is becoming more and more clear in my head now. It's divided into two, possibly three, segments "Infection" "Adaptation" and "Examination" (or just "Examination" if I decided to fold part 2 and 3 together).

Also, it looks like the main story for Part 1 is taking place in the 1980s, Part 2 in 2120s and Part 3....dunno yet. Still thinking about that folding 2 and 3 together.

There are side stories and flashbacks ideas now for 300s Byzantine, 700s Italy, 1100s Crusades and 1500s Sakoku Japan (thanks for the idea Liz!), mostly dealing with culture shock. I've also nailed down Genevieve to the second century.

I really think I'm gonna pull this one off....