Know that old sock by Robert Burns that goes “the best-laid schemes o mice an men” that Steinbeck nicked for his novella about dumb giant and drifter, well, it’s true. I’ve got this giant squid filled with the ink of story ideas and then, wham, bam, thank you mammary glands, but wouldn’t you know that a brand new idea’s got me by the goolies and is determined not to let go. Well, bits of it have. They are kind of like cheese curds right now and I’m not sure what they are. But they are somethin’ powerful, I tell you, something earthbuggering. And that can only mean one thing: Story in the making.