yesterday, while Beloved was splashing up and down the swimming lane in the community pool, i not only figured out my plan of attack, but i also kicked around some ideas for a new story that seems to have erupted, half-formed, out of my head. it's not really a new story - it's quite an old story, one i've tossed around for years and years.
this morning, as i make my way through my List (weekly cleaning in my bed and bathroom; replacing curtains and slipcovers in my writing room; taking meg to the doctors) i plan to think about my story. the hero and the heroine have already appeared... i hope they tell me their names.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.