potentialities

I think I just figured out the why of my swan story.

(The Watsonian why, that is, not the Doylian why, which is that I've been batting around the idea of incestuous homosexual swans for the last four months and find it strangely compelling.)

Mary is reading Breaking Dawn. Every now and again, some kind of incredulous noise issues from her chair.

Sam is putting off playing the Sims by revising his paper. When we last left one of his sim families, they had a newborn infant sleeping in a crib outside. In the snow.

Mike is overlaying historical maps in Google Earth.

Miriam is cooking.

I am researching the mechanics of gay swan sex.

( ... what? It's for fic! Why are you looking at me like that?)