I’m on the road again; this time with the family.  It’s a short trip—only a few days—and we’re traveling through the Willamette Valley of Oregon visiting friends and just generally looking around.  It’s a beautiful place.

I’ve been writing, too—more so than over the last few weeks which have been busy, busy, busy at the day job.  I’m revising a story that bothered me when I first wrote it.  I still find it somewhat disturbing, but I’m beginning to embrace it and to love the characters.  That’s a good sign for the story.  Hopefully it’ll be a good one when it’s finished.