I have a hundred marked up pages of "Otters In Space" to work through, but, instead, I've been spending all my free time on a short story. There's something about the returning sunshine that always make me want to write new things. I've heard a lot of people say that the winters in Seattle are good for creativity -- there's nothing to do but stay home and write. I haven't found that for myself. The darkness makes me hibernate, creatively. Editing is okay, but I just don't feel like writing new things when the sun goes down at 4:30, and it probably spent the three hours it was actually in the sky behind clouds anyway.