The latest buzz

A swarm of honeybees has moved into the overhang above our porch.

No, seriously.

It's kind of like we rolled on the Random Encounter Table of life. "Mid-Atlantic Suburbs, Spring... okay, roll 2d10... an eighteen? Honey Bee Swarm!"

"What happens if you roll a 20?"

"POTUS sighting."

Aspirations

I have this half-baked idea that I should write a novel.

Not, you understand, a good novel. A trashy, cliche-ridden genre (fantasy) novel. Mostly because I wonder if it really is that easy to turn the crank on something like that.

underappreciated protagonist + threat to world + one major exotic and illogical custom + dragons and/or magic + Twue Wuv = Bog Standard Fantasy novel

The major threat is that I'd decide, halfway through, that I should really do this "right" and go back and try to write something sensitive and interesting that explores neglected themes in fantasy, like motherhood, community, or non-erotic love. And then I'd get all invested in it and stuff.