(no subject)

I wrote a large chunk of a chapter this morning, and a scene that had eluded me for the better part of a month finally clicked into place. Perhaps I should type it all up and put it together for the four people on earth who care enough to poke with sticks. (or pins)

Outside it is grey. Inside my head it is grey. That is okay on some level. I love this season, but I am more melancholy this year than I would like to be.