I’ve been a little down lately, so I drank soda and watched Harper’s Island to cheer myself up. Writing got off to a rocky start this evening, but suddenly I hit my stride and it was smooth and free. My story is deviating from its loosely planned course, but that’s the way I like it. I love when my characters just pick up their robes and run; it’s delightful to chase after them. I’m quite content right now. It feels lovely.