If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted should betray his trust, and, in short, of coming eventually to hopeless misery. He would break down, at last, as every good fortune, as every dynasty, as every civilization does. In place of this we have death. ~Charles Sanders Peirce

It’s coming to that time of year again when I dust off my Belladonna persona and start thinking about the 20K novella for the GothNoWriMo challenge.

An official trailer for New Moon and a quote I found (while searching for a new one for my sig) coupled with an experience I had at work some months ago are mingling together in a tantalising fashion that has my muse sitting up wide-eyed, contemplating the possibilities…