Life update

I've gone back to work, and am trying to remember the research I was working on before the summer. My brain feels kind of like a sieve. In more cheerful news, I was at the farmer's market and bought lots of vegetables and some "mese", which is a Scandinavian spreadable cheese made from goat's milk. Yum. I also signed up for me and my flatmates to buy a lamb from a local farm (or rather, the meat from a lamb).

I'm doing ficfinishing with another story in my werewolf 'verse. This one's a casefic with Bob, Buck and Caroline (plus assorted relatives of Caroline's) set in the 1950's before Benton is born, and I just reached 7000 words. \o/

It's funny--even though I've written 80 stories according to my AO3 account, I always feel surprised when I manage to write one more. I wonder why that is? It's like the story is a gift from my brain, and I just feel grateful for it. Even when I basically know what's going to happen in a given scene, details pop up when I do the actual writing that I had no idea I was going to write. This is not to say that I don't see writing as a craft, and as something you can learn and get better at. But I do love that feeling of an idea unexpectedly popping up.