This Can't Be Good
There's something happening to our house, causing the floor in the living room to swell up in several spots. Pretty soon I think the floor's going to split and some kind of hideous monster trapped beneath for centuries (or at least since the 60s), which is probably around the time are house was built) will spring up and do devilish things. Yeah, there could be a seedling of a story here. But first things first: we called the home warranty people. They suspect it's plumbing. That's nowhere near as exciting as monsters. The jury's out whether or not it's more expensive than monsters.
On the plus side, I got up at 4am to work out some story ideas for what to do next. I'm still not sure which story to tackle next. The funny thing is, I realized this morning that most of the story seeds were kind of depressing. Or at least, pretty freaking dark. I really should try to write a happy, heart-warming story one of these days. I'm pretty sure I'll seriously dive into another Puritan Noir story in the not-too-distant future, because I really want to see Hawthorne kick some demon ass. But surprisingly, I think out of the stuff I played with this morning, that one will take the most research (not to mention I imagine it will be around 5000 words in length). I've never been the best with research -- it intimidates me some. So I think I'll work one of the others while I'm reseaching that one, and put Puritan Noir 2 on deck.