sometime in the night, recalibration occurred

Things are much better this morning. (Another possibility for what was wrong with yesterday is the nightmares I had Monday night about an infestation of things that looked like little beanbags with eyes but were really a cross between the flying leeches that get Patrick Hockstetter in IT and the mold Cherie blogged about the other day. No nightmares last night, thank goodness.) I got through the tricky bit of the rewrite that was giving me spasms earlier and then figured out what's going on with "The Ninth Secret of the Tea Ritual," which has also been giving me spasms, albeit much more quietly. Shyly, even, for the kitsune-narrator is rather self-effacing.

So I'm going to type in the new stuff on Corambis and see where it gets me. (I suspect it gets me to having to rejigger a Sibylline reading, which is the trouble with having the sort of memory which, as the White Queen says disapprovingly, only works backwards.) And then I think maybe I'll see if the kitsune story wants to be written today. Because, as I have said, I need more short stories.

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Two reviews of A Companion to Wolves, here and here.

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BPAL
( for the kitties )