E is with me. She had a great time on the last day of camp. Didn't even notice that I didn't bring her a sandwich.
Yesterday, the story that called to me was a fairy tale that isn't about my crazy fairies. It's a proper fairy tale I started about 18 months ago and didn't finish. Now it feels ready to be finished. The Girl Who Slept With The Sun. I'm working out my tensions and details now. Had an opening 1k words and I've revised those 3 times already to something that works. Which is how I work. I spent some time on it last night in a receptive mood (must have been) while the Dude took E to a carnival. Got a killer opening this morning for that first paragraph.