Argh (Again)

Frustrating times. It's another one of those days when I can't seem to come up with ideas. I'm at the turning point in the next novel when everything starts to come apart. It's the winter solstice. The Old Pantheon gods are invading Overcliff Kothifir to enact the ancient stories despite being banned by King Krothen. Clearly that earlier chapter does not do them justice. Part of the problem is that they are earlier versions of the Four, but with the Four as we now know them emerging through their ancient diversity. I'm thinking in part in terms of Tai-tastigon where the OP gods exist as a fading breed vs the New Pantheon gods powered by the Kencyr temple, but even there the Four have their presence, if Jame had known where to look for it -- say with Gorgo.

It strikes me that Rathillien is being torn between its native spirits as embodied by the OP and the Four and the New Pantheon that owes its power to the Kencyrath's Three-Faced God, with the Tyr-ridan yet to come. If so, no wonder there's so much confusion.

(See, this is what I meant when I said that I didn't yet know what to do with Kothifir's godlings. Some ideas come very slowly indeed, and they tend to be the big ones.)

Also frustrating: I've finished my last knitting project (a samurai hat for a Harvey Milk silent auction) and am now scrambling for something else to do. That may sound trivial, but knitting helps keep me sane and creative. So I'm open for suggestions/orders. Generally I don't charge much more than the price of the yarn.

Countess is well. I may finally have learned how to control her bolts, simply by using more strength and awareness of her moods, which tend to be furious at the onset. Friday was the first time in weeks that the trainer didn't shout at me. Mind you, we haven't gone outside yet this spring.

Last Thursday I came home to find drops and smears of blood all over the downstairs floor. Somehow my ragdoll Dorothea had severely gashed her leg. She has an inch and a half of stitches in it now and is limping in circles. Ah, the mystery of cats.