Electric Company, You Confuse Me So!

My power went out today at about 12pm. I have absolutely no idea why such a thing would occur, because it wasn't stormy, rainy, or even gray. It was sunny, blue skies. This is why I dislike the electic company. They complicate everyone's lives so very much. Including their own, it would seem. If they randomly shut off someone's power, doesn't this mean more work for them? Then they have to turn it back on!

There was a big storm where I live on Friday, but it is now Monday. That is 2 whole days after half of my town lost power, so why would we lose power now? I was forced to find non-electricity things to do for two and a half hours! My life is so difficult. It wouldn't have been as bad, but I was home by myself, so I couldn't even play a boardgame, or do something fun like that. I was devastated.

But, this did give me an excellent opportunity to begin the short story that I need to have finished by July 9th for 4H. That leaves me 18 days to write it. I can do this. I have a plot, and a general plan, so I am further along now than I generally am at this point, so that is a good sign, I think. I just have to sit down an write it. Maybe I will post it after fair.

Those of you familiar with 4H may be wondering about the rather early date in the summer my 4H project is due by. Our fair is not actually until the last week in July, but they cleverly decided that they would have stories over 2 pages turned in early, so that the judge actually reads the piece in its entirety. This is a smart idea. However, this means that I also have to be careful about typos, since they will be carefully perusing the entire story.

I would not normally worry about this, but I have gotten trophies in years past for stories in which I changed the name of an elf from Al Gore to Fungal during the writing process, but accidentally left one instance of Al Gore in there, and they didn't seem to notice, and still gave me a trophy. This is what happens when you don't actually read what you are judging. This will not happen again, I assure you. I also assure you that I was ten when I wrote that story. Now, I would never name an elf Al Gore or Fungal.

So that is that.