My schedule’s shifted again, and for the first time in a long while, I was able to take a nice, long walk, a couple of hours worth…

… and for the first time in far too long, I’ve been able to come up with some ideas which, when I wrote them down, I didn’t immediately want to delete.

If I can keep this up regularly, it shouldn’t be too long before I can re-start writing about Missy and her adventures. And even if I can’t keep it up regularly, I at least have my best clue yet about what it takes to kick my mind into proper authorial gear.

Sidenote: Yet another of my eccentricities: I don’t seem to actually mind the smell of skunks… though I might change my mind if one ever sprays me directly. I usually start talking or singing when I see one, so it’s not startled by suddenly noticing me next to it; but that’s not always possible when I’m sitting in a doorway while a flash of rain passes, and one trundles by close enough that I could kick it, were I both cruel and stupid.

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