There's nothing like a dark day with rain washing down the windows and plinking on the roof, with PMB snuggled in bed next to me (so I can't be feeling guilty for being here, too, right?), for creative juices to flow. Ancient curses, modern economics, high school angst--the 1k I forced out the other night is not as bad as I thought, and is providing lots of great questions. Hurrah! I've got to keep doing this for it to work, of course, but I might be finding my way into the story. Finally!