
I guess I should get something to eat, but I'm never hungry when I'm like this. Well, I did eat that packet of cheese and crackers, but that doesn't really count.
This story (which is really two, set in two different centuries) has found its direction and I can't quit coming up with ideas for the scenes I need. And it's no use to just put it away for a while because then it plagues me mentally and I'm afraid that if I don't write stuff down, I'll forget it.
Have to grab this stuff when it happens because it doesn't call twice.