three thousand words on thursday, and nearly five thousand yesterday, and i have 7500 words and counting. i had other things i wanted to do, but this story seems like it wants to be told. it's about a woman who connects to her long-ago love via her blog. (and no, it's NOT based on reality. at least, not THAT part.)
it's time to let it brew a bit, let the bits and pieces floating in the brew congeal, take shape and form, mostly because i have other things to do. the Angels have been patiently waiting, laying groundwork. i'm reading cards at passiflora today... if you're in the neighborhood, stop in and say hello :).
i have a gift list to make - there's nothing like waiting until nearly the last minute to up the excitement quotient. hopefully most will be online orders. and tomorrow, writing friends are coming - so i have a house to tidy up. i hope we can get our tree today, too. i have to remind Beloved it's time to cut up the old one for our Yule Log. this is the only way i'm able to justify to myself having a live tree for christmas.
so off i head to the shower... to dream, and to plan.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.