New year, new entry

Apparently when I decided to take the month of December off writing Lulu's story, I simultaneously decided to stop writing ANYTHING. But this morning I started again. I've been itching to do so all week, especially since I now have my very own laptop, courtesy of the Apple clan. It's the one Apple and I trucked around Ireland a year and a half ago, actually. It needs a wee bit of help, but Word works beautifully and that's all that I really care about in the end. (Also, Appleman uploaded all our Ireland pictures onto it, and I spent a very nostalgic hour looking at those last night).

Anyway, I kept wanting to write all week, which is the first time I've had the itch in a few weeks. Finally, I sat down and started writing "Mist," a story inspired by one of the Ireland pictures, actually. This one, I believe, though it could really have been nearly any from that day:

It didn't get very far last night, but I still wanted to do more with it this morning. So I did. And there's more to come. I haven't the faintest idea where it's going, but I know who Myra is. I'm not sure precisely where she comes from yet--then again, neither does she. I guess we'll find out together. The way the story is going sort of tickled something in the back of my brain though, and then it solidified as I was going through other files and saw something. Which will be the next post I make. Two in one day! Aren't you lucky?

For now, I'm back, I'm still rambling, and you're all welcome to join in.