mmerriam | The Loons, They Taunt Me

I thought this was going to be a contemporary rural fantasy, but it is shaping up to be magical realism.

I know the shape and form of this story now, can see it in my head, can feel what it should be, but am starting to fear that what it should be and what it will be shall end up two entirely different things due to my skill level. It is a vexing thing.

I added to a couple of the scene I had previously written, expanding on them, changing some language. I also wrote a scene that connects a pair of the other scenes and started two new scenes, though I am reasonably sure where they will fall in the scheme of things.

I have done very little today except work on this story, practice bass guitar, and pet the cat, which seems to me a pretty fine sort of day indeed. Outside, it is cloudy and cool. I can smell the grill of someone in the townhouse complex, making me want to grill out as well, though I haven't taken anything from the freezer that could be grilled. Inside, the Tigers and Rays are playing baseball on my television. Though I have given my allegiance to the Twins (in the American League, anyway), my family is a group of long-time Tigers fans, so I still follow them. Tomorrow, our gaming group is making a field trip out to the Minnesota Renaissance Festival. I own a really nice, really expensive doublet which I can only wear in certain situations, so yes I will probably wear it tomorrow.

I have some thoughts about my convention season this year, especially as it pertains to my disability. I suspect there will be more on this come Monday or Tuesday. For now, I need to start the dishwasher, prepare for dinner, get ready for

careswen to return from class, and then maybe write more on the loon story.