Today is my birthday, and I thought a while about what I would do with my time this afternoon. I came up dry on ideas for fun. Perhaps I have been indulging myself too much, or perhaps not enough. For a while I have only known a dry desperation to do whatever it is that I should do. I have lacked clarity about what I should do, even in the immediate sense.
I decided that the only thing I can do that is unequivocally good to me is to work on my stories, so I made a first pass at the beginning of The Immortal. The first pass generally eliminates my superfluous words. A second pass rewrites the scene in new words.
To an extent existing in my site world can be very good to me as well, but only if I have clarity about what it is I should do there. Creating a new site design ended up being a great deal more involved than I thought. There are a lot of tags I didn't know I needed to style, and I got discouraged on trying to find them, so I have left Winter Light in this forlorn mess for weeks.