Things that rocked today included having my turn at the Bold Strokes Books blog, where my wee entry is all about the differences i found between writing short fiction and a novel. Turns out it's more than word counts.
I also had a mini-breakthrough on the bus ride to work where I realized something that was bugging me about the potential Triad novel had a solution that wasn't as God-in-a-box as my original plan. Win.
Some days are just good like this. I intend to roll with it.
"Running on Two Legs," by Eugie Foster
This is the second story from Foster's collection Mortal Clay, Stone Heart, and Other Stories in Shades of Black and White. Given the author's current reality, there's an incredible bravery and realism to what Ginny is facing with her cancer diagnosis in this story. But there is also a magic in play in this story that was really charming.
See, when Ginny was a child, and battling leukaemia, she chatted with animals. When it finally went into remission, those voices stopped, and the animal songs and sounds became their usual selves.
With the return of cancer to her life, Ginny also regains the chorus of voices from the animals around her, and it is in this odd series of dialogs that the heart of the story beats.
It's moving and wonderful, and exactly my favourite type of story: our world, our reality, but enough magic to make it all the more bittersweet.