I so do not have the hang of the corporeality thing.
I did a couple of hours of reading on Elizabethan England today, including some charming stuff in a primary source about how the writer's mastiff would take the rod out of his hand when he went to beat his children. Ah, times have changed. But mastiffs haven't.
I did some poking at STRATFORD MAN too. I'm still not sure if it's a historical fantasy, or an alternate history with magic. Or both. But it's getting some shape in my head. It's totally not ripe yet, though. The Kelpie book (A GLASS OF RAIN) is making faint ripening gestures, though, so I'll probably poke at them concurrently. Next week is for the nonfic project proposal, although it's about as exciting to me as a high school report. I just was not cut out to write nonfiction.
*goes back to poking at Elizabethan story*