Victory, it was looking so good and there we were in the Silicon Valley Obama office, still making calls on Tuesday afternoon, and then one trainer leaned in the door of Happy Donuts, our calling nerve center, and said that they'd called Pensylvania, and I thought wow, that wasn't an easy one. It unfolded like nothing I'd ever seen before, certainly not like 2004, us all rubbing our red eyes late in the night looking at a map of Ohio. Yes we did! And despite the oddest headsets I ever saw but used anyway to yell into as I called and called. I am so glad I did! Thank you God! And all the other people who did more than I did. All my work and prayers that melded into dreams became countable votes. Now a personal miralce was starting National Novel Writing Month on November 1, before we even knew how it would come out. Writing 1,667 words a day actually calmed me, which gives you an approximate idea of how anxious I was. I kept up with the word count, writing about my protagonist, a hat designer living in San Francisco trying to connect with her boyfriend, a pilot in Iraq. Then, after the election, last weekend, I fell behind. Tonight, I'm back on track with word count, and I'm even ahead by 237 I'll have you know. Total as of this minute: 18, 574. You try it! Yes, I had characters already--it's part II of my novel, but I still have to write every single word. Hasta lasagna, baby.