Since I have lived in Pittsburgh, I have gone to see the Pirates play at PNC Park five times. I have never seen them win. This past Sunday's game was especially heartbreaking, since they had two rain delays, then blew their one-run lead in the ninth. Ah well, I suppose we can't have everything.
On the other hand, I now have a cute little Pirates helmet cup that came full of ice cream. I wonder what the people at the Sweet Spot ballpark ice cream shop would say if I walked up to the counter and asked for a free refill? I'm sure I wouldn't get it, but the look on their faces would be fun.
I was going to write this morning, but there's a garbage truck outside my window and a vibrating feline on my lap. (Hi Sesame!) The combination of annoying and comforting distractions means it will be a little while before I can get my mind focused on "He Nearly Killed the Cat."
When I first conceived of this story, I thought that it would be just a distraction itself, a fun way to get used to writing in the Legendbreakers universe before I launch into one of the big projects like Bread and Salt. Of course, I also thought Living with Danger would be ten chapters long!
I really have to start being more suspicious of the things I initially dismiss as inconsequential. They usually turn out to be the most important of all.
In this case, the rules of the Legendbreakers universe mean that I am literally writing the self-originalization of the Dangerverse characters. I can't say too much more without wrecking the story, but if you have ever wished that the DV were an original… well, stay tuned!
I don't think I will tell you where the title of my post comes from today. If you're any good with Google, you can figure it out yourself. Besides, I have a warm cat on my lap and I don't feel virtuous at the moment.
Quick! To the writing before I lose my evil mood!