Today has been one of those rare, wonderful days when the words have come easily. Trust me when I tell you this is NOT something I take for granted. I’m rather tempted to go out in the moonlight and dance around a bit in celebration.
However, this being Vancouver [or at least near-ish to Vancouver], the moonlight tonight is of the dark, liquid variety, so instead I will cheer inwardly and post this podcast.
Tonight we’ll enter into the first two parts of Chapter Two of Elaine’s story, in which Lainie experiences a tiny epiphany that may echo beyond expectation.
I haven’t talked much about this story’s origins, but I can tell you it is a retelling of a very old tale, and as you’ll hear in the podcast, the idea came to me many years — maybe eight or nine? — ago.
Sometimes it just takes that long, y’know?
It’s a totally sad story — a tragedy, really, and yet the telling of it is bringing me joy. Not sure why, but there you go. This is what happens on days where the words come — I have written a tonne of good stuff, and I am the better person for it. So huzzah for that, and onward…to Elaine.
[By the way, I also baked bread tonight — chocolate chip challah, adapted from a recipe given me by @ANovelWoman, and so, apropos of nothing beyond a celebration of creativity in all forms, the bread is tonight’s accompanying photograph.
It smells…like happiness.