Happy Lughnasadh!

To the Wiccans in the list, and everywhere -- let's think good harvest thoughts, since the rain/drought mix in the country has been lousy. On the other hand, cherries were two weeks early in Michigan when I was there -- so will REAL apples be early, too?

I haven't had an Ida Red in YEARS...................ARGH.

Did a massage tonight, my one weekly standard, so no visiting a circle for me. But the moon is beautiful, and it's NOT RAINING.

(Since it's rained here for almost two months straight, this is a big deal.)

Yes, I've been quiet...

Because it's taken much too much time to do web sites, and not enough Allie book is getting recorded. The little stinker keeps tacking the next scene one or two out, just dangling it out there.

While, in other fronts, the SPIDER GODDESS books have calmed down in the note-taking.

Oh, no -- I don't get off that easily. See, I haven't been on speaking terms with my subconscious for years. Turns out that, like my outer self, my inner self is quite happy to continue spinning stories and simply slot the stuff in the queue, waiting its turn.

Then the meds somehow bridge the gap, and we're talking again.

It was one thing to be dealing with bisexual cultures in a fantasy (in the 80 pages of %$@#$ notes.) Now, I've got a young architect who is both reluctantly gay and reluctantly a shaman. He has everything under control (he thinks) until he meets a youngish professor/linguist who has become a werewolf in the past 18 months. Or is he a werewolf? What if it's something else?

They assure me I get a mystery with this, too. And that they're 40%ers. I can handle their lives. Some of their friends, I may need some help. But them, piece of cake.

They seem to think I know a werewolf/shapeshifter. (Well, I know a few shamans.)

...We are going to work on Allie RIGHT NOW. We will FINISH the scene with the ravaging biscuit, no matter how many shifty professors show up.

Really.