Now I've gone and done it. Written myself into a corner all because I don't understand math and don't want to chain my short story characters to known laws of physics. Basically, I've written a dead story, a stillborn not completely formed, never to be.

Dang.

No doubt I'll try to find a way to salvage it, steer it away from the math and physics aspects so as to not insult anyone else with my utter and complete lack of understanding of either. Or I'll pluck out the two characters and drop them into something new, something different that doesn't involve the sciences. It's a shame really because after countless hours of science-y and physics-laden research including but not limited to Corona Discharges, Azimuths, Geomagnetic Pole Reversal, Statites, Spherules, Dyson Shells, Solar Sails, Telsa Coils, Magnetometer, Nanotechnologry, and Electromagnetic Ions, I thought I might have been onto something. I'll only be discouraged momentarily. No time to sit and whine about it.

But hey! We got that new and improved toilet installed.

Five hundred words on YAWT (Yet Another Working Title) amid heavy editing. Plus I learned just enough about Corona Discharge to scare myself. The name sounds awful, like something you'd see soaking into the dirt out back of a border town tavern. But I assure you, it's not anything like that.

Crap. That image is now burned into my brain. I'm going to stop describing stuff now.