Good news/bad news

Good news: The writing is flowing well. So well that I don’t want to talk about it for fear I’ll jinx the story.

Bad news: That stupid bird squawked outside my window again last night, from 1am-4am. It has to be a mockingbird – it had an incredible range of songs and didn’t ever appear to repeat itself. But why the hell is a mockingbird awake at 1am? Do I live next to the only hard-partying mockingbird in North America? Doesn’t it have a job or school to go to during the day?

I used to love birds.