Dear Diary

 Let's see, it's 2024, and earlier this year I was set to complete the novel. Then in the spring there was the student convention at ASU, then the resultant conversation with a well-known law professor and the chance of holding an open student convention next spring, to document it, to show how it's not dangerous, unless you think building societal consensus is dangerous. Then going on live-streams/podcasts talking the nuts and bolts of the convention clause. Because it's such a heavy subject on surface, I sometimes play the Coors/Cannabis/Cigarettes persona, leaving an avenue of escape for people to dismiss the notion.... I have made progress on the novel, I know it's there, but still much work to do. I wish I had a muse and inspiration; she doesn't have to be interested romantically, just aware of the endeavors with an occasional tip of the hat.... All this amidst billionaires who make no sense. All this as our collective consciousness becomes increasingly corrupted, yet a glimmer of hope persists.