reasonably calmYesterday, I wrote 1,187 words on "Metamorphosis C." I should have chosen something simpler, seeing as how the digest is late, and this pretty much has to get written by Sunday evening. It's going well, though, I think. So far much of the story has centered on the dissolution of individuality, the loss of what we usually regard as "self" in exchange for coconsciousness. In exchange for other things, as well. It's set during some unspecified year early in the 22nd Century (so, I'm being "optimistic"), on a starship orbiting an icy planet orbiting the giant orange star Iota Draconis (HD 137759, or Edasich).
After the writing yesterday, and after the grand safari down to the stoop, I spent maybe an hour writing another new article for Wikipedia, this one on the temnospondyl amphibian Kryostega collisoni (from the Early or Middle Triassic of the Transantarctic Mountains).
And I think that's all for now. My coffee is feeling neglected.
