My desk is so cluttered, I’m having a hard time thinking this morning. It’s not that I can’t work in an untidy area, because when I get plotting, there are papers everywhere, but right now . . . I’ve got layers of stuff to do, and it’s all sitting on my desk. Blahhhh.
This morning, I hit the alarm and crawled back into bed to daydream about Trent. (grin) Seriously, I called it work. I’ve got something wicked I want to do, and only a week or so to think about the ramifications. Guy is helping me kick around my new ideas, but he likes anything I come up with, so when all’s said and done, I have to figure out the plausibility on my own. I find I’m back to weighing possible future actions and what kind of story I want to tell. LIke I said, I’ve got a week just for dreaming, and then I’ve got to get serious about it.
Cha, cha, cha, changes . . .