All sorts of ideas and things are swirling around in my head to write about, but all of them require some time to do full justice to, and I just don’t have the time to write them out in that sort of detail. Which is a good thing, really; it means I’m doing a lot.
For once, this is due mostly to circumstances beyond my control. I worked late today finishing up a lot of things (and really finishing them up; boy, that felt nice), then going to Writer’s Group for the first time in months to provide feedback on a few stories and get feedback on the rough draft of Giant Armors.
So I got home about an hour ago, only to realize that I had ice cream in the fridge, ready to be made. So I had to toss that in the ice cream maker for half an hour. Meantime, what to do? I took a shower. That consumed ten minutes. So I emptied the dishwasher and sorted through my mail. And voila, the ice cream was done. After that was done, for some reason I still felt like taking care of little things, so I dusted my bedroom (haven’t done that in months).
So, I feel good. I’m keeping up with those little things. Of course, now to keep up with the bigger things.