La Vie Boheme

Get me, I'm working here!

Another story out the door this morning, leaving me with just "Midsummer", always "Midsummer". This story is starting to feel like an albatross around my neck.

I went to the library yesterday and checked out several books about the end of the world--most specifically, comets and their potential to destroy the world. Real research for a book. I'm frightened by this concept. However, once I started thinking about the story again, it's like floodgates opened. Ideas and characters are tumbling over one another in their haste to make themselves known to me. It's a little weird, but fun. False Light (False Dawn, maybe?) is looking like it's going to be my next big project.