I've been working on the same story for three days now and I've written a total of about 1300 words. No, that's not missing a zero. I may have to put it away for a bit and do a total rewrite or something. It's got fantasy and sf elements and erotica, but it's totally lacking in a sense of urgency. What happens next? Who cares? Blah.

We got our pavillion up a few days ago, just in time for it to start raining again. Within seconds a bumblebee was using it for shelter. Well worth it, in my opinion. I was nearly faint from all the cuteness. He had a bit of a hard time clinging to the metal, so we went out and got some flowers. Partly for him, partly for us, and partly so we could get more critters. We now have itty bitty bees on some purple flowers that we bought specifically because it had itty bitty bees on it at the store.

Back to work tomorrow. Ick. Perhaps that's what's putting a crimp in my writing. Nah.

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