Progress report, pre-Super Bowl randomocity

I just reached the end of Part One of the first draft of The Sorcerer's Daughter.

It was actually a pretty emotional moment, for me, considering all that my heroine has gone through in this thing so far. At this point she's only nine years old--when we see her again, in the beginning of the second part, she's twelve. While a lot happens to her in those three years, it's all more of the same stuff that has already happened to her in part one, so continuing with that would bore the hell out of the reader.

Part Two will be when she starts spreading her wings, so to speak, using some of the terrible secrets she has learned and the power she is being trained to use. I'm looking forward to writing it. I'm planning on using an idea that came to me in a dream a while back--it's a good idea, really, but I've never had anywhere to use it before. It'll be perfect here.

The Super Bowl is tonight, and I'm just not in the Super Bowl spirit. I guess it's because I used up all my enthusiasm during the NFC Championship, which my Falcons lost to the 49ers. While the team from San Fran had to beat my team to get to the Super Bowl I don't have any special grudges against them--they beat the Falcons because they were the better team, pure and simple.

As far as who is going to win, it's hard to determine. If the Ravens quarterback, Joe Flacco, continues playing as well as he has throughout the playoffs, then I think they have the edge. That's the problem with him--he's either great or really average.

So, I think I'm picking the 49ers to win, in a close one. The difference will be less than a touchdown, I expect. It will, at the very least, be a close game.

My drawing lessons procede apace, and I'm having fun doodling now, drawing geometric shapes, shading them in,, making them three dimensional, coming up with weird, surrealistic, faux architectural sketches. While waiting for a meeting to start at work the other day I started doodling on my notepad with my pen--afterwards I showed part of what I'd done to a colleague and she said, "That is an apple." I was ridiculously pleased with  myself after that. Yes, it was an apple. And it looked like an apple!

Okay, you have my Super Bowl pick. What's yours?