Rainy days and Thursdays

The fresh smell of rain wafted in this morning as I sat down to write. I was turning lights on at 9am, like I’d never gone to bed at all, hadn’t left the computer. Writing again. It’s coming in fits and starts – some sentences trail off while some spring out fully formed. The gears are sliding into place, I can feel it. Or at least I think that’s what I feel; maybe it’s the new coffee.

UPDATE: Most likely not the new coffee (though I'm sure it helped) - I have just had an excellent and exciting epiphany. I can see both where this chapter's going and, now, a really good way to get it there. Huzzah!