I'm doing a bit of writing, not as much as I'd like because I have to work, eat, and sleep. And I have to muck about in WoW. Now, I'm thinking about getting more memory for my laptop so I can spend longer periods of time in Second Life.
I do have stories that I'm writing. Several, in fact, I can't seem to settle on one and go through it. There is something about each one that demands to be told.
I'm also eating ice cream like it is the only food available. I'm having trouble opening my jaw, so ice cream fits in nicely. Chewing is difficult, oh look, ice cream doesn't have to be chewed!
Enough, already.
I feel like this is a big year for me; but I often feel like it's a big year for me. Every year is a big year, even when nothing seems to happen.
Today, I settled down and wrote, briefly, starting on a story of stories. Maybe that's how I'll get all those stories told, eh?