There was a torrential downpour yesterday, which unsurprisingly caused a blackout. A SIX HOURS BLACKOUT. Thank God for emergency lights, or we would have sat in the dark for practically the whole night. I was allowed to skip studying, but I would rather study than to sit on the couch, doing nothing.

Well, I didn’t do nothing. The blackout meant the family –me, my sister, my aunt, and my grandma – had to sit together in the family room since there was where the emergency light was, and we started talking. Grandma not so much, but the three of us did. It was not heartfelt or serious, but we laughed a lot. I discussed my novel with my sister.

I like doing it with her sometimes, even though she only says, “that’s alright,” or “I don’t like it.” When it’s the latter, she’d point out what she didn’t like in a blunt manner, which makes her one of my harshest critics. Sometimes she gets too annoyed with me for fussing so much over a storyline, but yesterday she was patient enough to listen to me ramble on and on about my characters and their relationships and then offered her thoughts. It’s nice, especially considering the fact that when we were kids we used to bite each other's heads off on a daily basis. =P

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