It’s the final proof copy, tracking notification came this afternoon, after a day’s delay. Elizabeth’s Story wrapped between the covers. It’s an exciting moment, first novel, lots of writing and journaling, and the story swimming in my head and heart for a couple of years. All the connections, all the life-energy, contradictions, sudden moments, and connections upon connections. I give thanks for being alive, even if in a world of distrust and tribal chants. Elizabeth wouldn’t know what to do, the threat of collapse all around. But Kathryn would. And my real-life California Kathryn does know, day to day, how to stand up for what’s most important. How to be counted. The silence is more dangerous than the threat of jack-boots. Kathryn’s translation from the German, The White Rose, tells it all. I feel some days that we are in a similar moment, a repeat of sorts, the cloud of reprisal for well-intentioned debate or well-informed Constitutional demand.