Confabulation

January 27

A short one tonight, methinks. I rose lateish and came upstairs, where I dithered around with my computer files... I managed to send out one story, la. Heather and I went to Karen's to help with Moving Day, though I think the amount of pizza I ate had more value than the work I tendered... it was lovely to see her, and Pär, and Jeremiah one last time before they go away, away. After helping a while, Heather and I went to Au Coquelet, but only long enough to have drinks... we were both craving home. So we returned, and I finished reading Smoking Poppy, and played some Diablo... I also wrote the beginnings of 4 stories I have ideas for. I'd planned to post the beginnings here, as I do from time to time, but they got long, each one about 200 - 250 words, and that's a bit too much to bore you with. I think I might do another Self-Imposed-Short-Story-Dare, as I did last February (when I wrote "Witch's Bicycle", among other things). I suspect I'll finish all four stories, though one can never be sure... our shorthand nomenclature for these stories shall be:

The Platform story.

The Train story.

The Frog story.

The Conflagration story.

I'm not sure which story I'll do first. I think the general idea will be to write one a week, for all of February. We'll see how that works out. (this will be in addition to my usual, gradual accretion of Rangergirl scenes... the book is growing, like a pearl. I have no perspective on it whatever, but Heather tells me it is still going well, still interesting, and I'm certainly crossing things off my outline, so let's hope...)

Now I'm reading Joyce's The Tooth Fairy, which I like better than Smoking Poppy, even; it's more blatantly fantasy, which is a plus for me. :)

Until next I write...

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