So I just bought Mumford & Sons album, Babel. God, it could be the soundtrack for Charlotte and Chris. Which is fortuitous since I'm currently writing a Chris/Charlotte fic, a sequel to Too Young For Heaven. Talk about setting the mood. The story's almost done, and poor Nin, she had to listen to me ramble on as to whether I stop it where it is, or continue. Not that she's read it, but I just needed to be able to talk about it to someone. I hate writing in a vacuum. My brain is just spinning, and needs some sort of outlet. I'd talk to the cats, but they're not much with the responding. And the other development today was James Norrington walking into the next story as an Immortal. No, I don't know where he came from, he was just there, in Santa Fe, with horses. That's my muse for you.