That happened all the time with her. She would write something and it would become her next paper or her next project. Clever little backbrain. She found herself thinking that she had no idea what her clever little backbrain was doing as she read this draft. It was notes, thankfully. She’d leave the notes and when it fitted somewhere then she’d turn it into writing.
Water was one of the Celtic aspects of the world she was interested in, but she wasn’t arguing anything solid here; she was just dreaming. She dreamed of Bernard de Cluny, who linked tides and fortuna. He was no use to her, being unCeltic, but the idea of fortuna and tides were close to her thoughts on the full moon, so she made a note for that other project. The idea that women were linked to tides and the moon and to magic w
