Half-Moon Day.

A slow day. I tried to write the Ezekiel poem, but it's hard to get back to the apocalypse after putting it aside to write soft-hearted poems about the transformations of love and snow. I eventually gave up on it for the day. It was that or catch up on world news.

I did get into a half-moon pose without falling over -- a major accomplishment on the Erin scale. Wrote part of a science article, put out a submission, learned a little about the biology of water. Listened to a lot of Etta James. A slow, satisfying day.

Played a little bit with fiction, just background work. I learned a bit about natural dyes, a bit about lich and ghast and that sort of thing, and a bit about charcol. Fun.

Is it a bad sign that I know more about the villian than the hero? His name is Orca, and
he's kinda cool -- following my conviction that villians ought to be attractive on some level. (Too much Milton at an impressionable age, I guess.) On the other hand, Otter is growing on me. A rare brain-wave: Chapter Two should be from Otter's point-of-view. I'm going to take a stab at it -- probably I'll toss it out the window and try again. Save the knot game for later, when people know a little more about knots in this system of magic.