I decided to get out my notes on a non-fiction book I had an idea for some years back. Not only was I able to locate the notes, but I wrote a 2,000 word fore warning, and I kept looking up more and more stuff. It was fascinating. This is going to be what I always called schlock psychology, but actually, maybe schlock sociology. Actually, maybe? And you are letting me write?
I shouldn't start so late in the day, but a.m. has been gruesome for me the last month or so. This was so much fun. I am most content with the wheels spinning in my head. Just that little worry when they spin too much. . .
When I'm not writing, I am moping. I don't care if I got the upstairs and the hallways vacuumed, and two flats planted, etc., etc., it feels like moping to me.
I have to keep that thought about how much time I have wasted out of my head and just enjoy this time.
The june bugs are starting to hit the windows, also. Just as an aside.
Henry is on amytriptelene. So funny. I used to take it and he is a Cocker Spaniel.