chasing the clouds away... I think that was a song in the 70's? Anyway, today is starting off mighty sunny as opposed to the last few days of morning cloudiness. Last night one of the cats got locked into a room all by himself by mistake. I didn't hear him meow at all. Ooops! Strange though, we both woke up at 3.14 am and that's when my partner heard/found him.
I think I said, when asked what time it is, "it's Pi Time". Ha ha ha. That's how my mind works. 3.1415 blah blah blah. I think I used to have it memorized out to 10 digits. My friend in high school had it memorized out to 20 digits. Yer, we were nerds. He's now a PhD physicist at one of the big labs in Illinois, he used to work also in CERN many moons ago.
It's funny how you remember people and cross paths. In the middle of the night. In two years we'll have a 20 year high school reunion. I'm still vaguely in touch with my high school friends, on Facebook or e-mail or what have you. Mostly I remember them suddenly in the middle of the night, and a whole story ravels around them.
The thing with ideas is not storing them in some list or reserve, is being able to recognize which one will pan out into a "readable" sellable story. This is where I get stuck. I'm trying to keep at it, but sometimes it is frustrating as I can't seem to get out on paper what is in my head. And of course, working working, writing, writing, and re-writing, editing, re-writing.
Ah, another week gone. I have two deadlines next week so it'll be another week blown. I have to find a better balance. The same struggle I had last year at this time while at my day job. I know you've heard it already, but it can't be said enough -- I'm glad I left. Things aren't perfect now, but they are better and getting better every day. Yeay!
