It's a clear, crisp, surprisingly warm Sunday morning - and I am, obviously, up rather early. (Well. 'Early'. It's Sunday.)

I'm listening to Heather Nova and Storm - brilliant, melancholy, melodious; the stuff early autumn is made of - and the cat's got her head out the window, breathing the wonderful Sunday air, which, even though it's city air, feels clean and fresh and new.

I've already been out and about to get a tall latte and a blueberry muffin, and even though I was there only one minute after the place opened, the line began at the door.

I'm up early because I plan to get a bit of writing done today...although now it's tempting to just spend the day at a café or on a bench in the park, reading. A day like this one is precious; a Sunday like this one is quite invaluable.

Of course, it's also the sort of the day that inspires good writing, so I'll do a spot of work and then head out for a little while.

The proverbial carrot and all that.

I'm also working on a post (okay; I'm thinking about working on a post - no sense lying about it) that will be up a bit later today (we hope, meaning 'tomorrow'), about emergent behaviour versus scripted sequences in games - inspired in part by this discussion, and in part by some of the design work we're currently doing. I, obviously, have Strong Opinions - especially since fancy buzz-words and marketing hype can be dangerous things to play with - and I'll air them later, so stay tuned. As it were.  ¶ 11:47