The Stars and the Cookie Jar

There is an Amy-and-Emily lyric for every moment of this selkie's life, I tell you. Or for that matter my characters' lives. I keep trying to squish the Raissa/Fayge subtext, but it just will not go. For God's sake, the eyewitnesses thought they were damned well snogging.

(It's a good song, if you hadn't ever heard it, by the way...)

So I finished a draft run of the Big Raissa Scene. Typing it up now -- well, again -- [offers positive reinforcement to nice, sweet, kind, nice, beloved, reliable, enduring, nice computer] so will post late tonight. Aren't you all just thrilled?

Well, I am. It means I haven't completely stained my soul in coffee.