I finished writing a book this morning, but it's not what you think. It's a picture book text called Space Moose. I've been poking at this little story for years now, about a moose astronaut who eats bananas and peanut butter, but it just fell together this morning. I'm a little shaky on it still -- not sure if it goes how it's supposed to go -- but I felt like doing something gentle this morning, and nothing on the front burner right now is very gentle. Maybe I will be ready to go back to the smiting now. There is much smiting to be done.