first steps

This is a new medium for me, but I've never had much difficulty filling a page. In the realm of fiction, character and setting were never a problem either. I just inevitably fail to think of a plot. So my characters sit there twiddling their thumbs and smoothing wrinkles out of their costumes waiting for me to give them a reason to exist. I have boxes full of unused characters and dusty set dressing. I reckon they're none too pleased with me for starting the process and never giving them anything useful to do. Well, that's life for some of us, isn't it? Honestly, I wouldn't begrudge any of them shoving the lid of the box off onto the basement floor and venturing forth to decide their own fates. Better if they didn't do it in the wee hours of the morning and get the dogs barking and such, but I shouldn't really complain either way, should I?

So, just for the record, "playing the goat" is an expression I heard on a TV show somewhere, and if anyone knows anything about goats it should be fairly self-explanatory. It's about acting out and causing mischief just for the hell of it, which is something goats do. It isn't what makes me like them, but it is what makes them goats.

So, did everyone on the planet get a chance to experience a bit of that last full moon? It was worth a walk out on snow shoes, which Hannah and I did. Moonlight on snow is beautiful any time, but that one was particularly stunning!