My brain, that is. Watching TV last night, I discovered that the word buccaneers comes from the French boucane, meaning a framework of green sticks on which meat was skewered or hung to cook slowly in smoke. Where does my brain go? To Captain Hook, Mr. Smee, and the rest of the pirate crew as modern-day barbecue pitmasters.
And if you have Captain Hook, you must have Peter Pan, no? Perhaps headlining a show at the Neverland Casino, which is run by a lady known as Tiger Lily? Yes, it's silly and strange, and perhaps just a bit surreal. It's me. What were you expecting?
Chapter 69 of Surpassing Danger is building on my desktop, but slowly. I apologize for missing yesterday's "deadline", but after all, it has been ten years. A margin of error of one or two days isn't, I dare to think, a terribly big deal. If you feel otherwise, please don't hesitate to tell me so.
This will be a very brief post, as I just wanted to toss that little story-bit out to soothe any fears you might have that I was short on ideas. Everything else, yes, I'm short on it -- time, money, energy, motivation -- but not ideas! Thanks as always for reading, and I hope to post more DV tonight or tomorrow... send encouragement if you can!