Over the last week, I've written and edited an entire short story -- 2100 words. Not an amazing accomplishment, really, but ever since Little Quinn's birth the "fiction" part of my brain has been pretty much stalled. This is an interesting development. I hope it continues.
The story, by the way, is a reworking of the myth of the Selkie Mermaid, told from the point of view of the child produced by the union of the mermaid and a man. I'm not sure why this story poured out of me so quickly -- maybe it's just the impending St. Patrick's Day, coupled with the fact that lately Celtic music has comprised the major part of my music listening. Anyway, I'm not complaining.