This is the pile of notes that have accumulated on my bedside table since I’ve been back from my research trip.
Can you tell I’m having a hard time sleeping lately?
I feel like a mad scientist, jotting down random snippets of prose or plot ideas. I swear the rest of my life is crazy organized–and even my research notes and hard copy edits–but this particular pile is, well… not.
You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star. –Nietzsche
I am now off to weed out the junk and put the decent sticky-notes to good use in birthing some sort of star. Hopefully not a supernova.
And by the way, hello again!