(personal/writing/work) Happiness is sunshine in a pot.

I have a lovely little pot of daffodils on my desk, thanks to Daffodil Days here at work. They smell wonderful, and I think, once the ground warms up, that I'm going to plant them in my front flower bed. If I get a pot every year, I could have a TON of daffs in my yard. Wouldn't that be lovely?

They really are like sunshine. I have seven sprouted bulbs, and seven flowers so far, with more buds just waiting to pop. It really does brighten my day.

I'm dealing with family stuff, so I apologize if I don't get back to people right away - my time is kind of limited. But I'm still here, I'm still writing - I should have some more writing stuff to post tonight under the writing filter.

Took an interesting CLE yesterday on public and private benefits - kind of ignited the desire to go to law school again, although I don't know if I'll follow through on that. It's more money to pay out, and another 3 years of school on top of the three I still have... I dunno. Maybe.

Still noodling with ideas for writing. My paladin is getting insistant, but I don't really have a storyline I like for her, and no real villains. Honestly, I don't WANT to write a post-apocalyptic Crusader novel. I don't. Really.

Even if she wants me to.

I found an interesting bit with a paladin and a mage that a friend and I played with in college - she wrote the paladin, and the paladin in question was NOTHING like my paladin (nevermind the story in question was hideous and involved Robin Hood, okay? We just won't go there) - but I liked the interplay between them, and I started wondering.

What would happen if you took a paladin from one post-apocalyptic Earth, a wise-cracking mage from another alternate Earth, and dropped them both in the middle of the Robin Hood mythos?

And then I shuddered and decided not to go there. Not yet, anyways.