on that tip of grass

5,448 words on the January short story and growing, but I’m near the end. I didn’t think it would be as long as it’s turned out, but really I’m surprised at getting this far with it. Nearly done and only just past the midpoint of the month! I flailed and wailed a bit, realized that wasn’t going to get the story written, the only thing left was to focus, to stop borrowing trouble, to let the fingers do the walking. It worked nicely. Don’t have a title yet. Time to start thinking about February’s short story.