So I've been writing my little heart out. Its a project that just hasn't wanted to leave my head for awhile now. And it seems my only recourse was to write the damn thing. It is one of the odd writer quirks where it just seems to be pouring out of me. I am letting the story and characters take me in which ever direction they see fit to go. By no means is this a masterpiece of fiction but it is getting me jump started and when I finish I will of course go back with a much crueler eye. But for the moment I am content to be putting words to paper and moving along at a brisk pace.