Musing

I am sitting here at the computor, getting ready to settle down and
write on the latest fanfic I'm working on, and I find myself mildly
surprised to be doing it with company.

Not the usual company of dolls sitting on or beside the computor and
watching me work, this is closer.

Logan is reclining next to the keyboard with her head on my German
dictionary, watching the screen as I surf and work. She is a quiet,
strong, companionable 'presence' at the edge of my imagination.

I made this character, adapted her from the male Wolverine, and liked
her enough to want to make a doll of her that I could play with, but
as happens so often in a story this character has taken on a 'life' of
her own. She likes me. She wants to be friends with me.

And I find myself surprised.


Lord, please help me not to get too carried away with this.