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This evening I planted some flossflowers and some impatiens in our living room window box. Our landlords brought them over, along with some hostas for our courtyard. I'm a little dubious about the hostas - they're transplanted from the landlords' new yard, and they look kinda weedy - but the window box looks amazing.

Today I also did some brainstorming for the West Wing fanfic story I've been promising to write once the dissertation was out of the way. It's supposed to build off the same general concept as the vignette I wrote for

therealjae's Secrets Vignette Challenge. I have a central conflict, I even have the vague germ of a plot... but as I played around with ideas, I realized that I just have no idea how to write fiction. How does an idea turn into an orderly set of scenes? No clue whatsoever.