Brief.

Gosh my brain feels bouncy this morning. As in all over the place, but still bright and springy as though every new idea is valid, worth pursuing away from the last idea. I’ve had this screen open to blog for an hour, but just now I’m settled enough between one thing and another to peck out a few lines. I’m not sure what’s up with the sproing, but I do know I’d rather be writing at the moment than working. Not blog writing either…. I’ve turned out two poem drafts this morning and I think I could get started on this novella I’m plotting given half the chance. It isn’t every day I feel like writing this much. I wish I could capitalize on it when I do.

I’m looking forward to the gym. Hoping that it helps me vibrate at a slightly lower frequency so I can get some focused work done.