wednesday, 8:19am

A mug of sweet, strong black coffee, and sharp cheddar on a toasted english muffin, while the rain comes down outside.

Sometimes it's important to just stop and appreciate the moment.



Right. Moment's over. Back to work.







and no, I don't know why it's called an 'english' muffin. I never saw one at any time while in england. but they're very good. crunchy. nooks and crannies were a marvelous invention and must be praised)

happiness is a bloody page

Have I mentioned recently that I am having far too much fun with this project? Two plot twists occured to me in the course of one scene, and oh dear, my characters are going to be most upset with me by the end...

Pity. I quite liked them.

Pity the characters the author likes. We play rough with our favorites.

Now, time for second breakfast. And then I have to go out and acquire more caffeine.