The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Working on something utterly new. Don't ask too much; I don't know. Fueled by bread with olive oil and random amounts of Dar. I feel very artistic and grumpy about it. Hammered out maybe 400 words in two hours. Breathless pace of work I stick to. You know what started it? An awkward verse from... from the brothers Grimm, I think. 'Brother and Sister'? "How fares my child, how fares my fawn? Twice more will I come, but never again."

iTunes not working makes me cross. Could work a bit faster if I had music with no words in it, because I tend to get hung up and listen to the lyrics of songs like "The Sea" and "Spring Street" that I've been familiar with for a long time.

Grump grump grump scribble grump.