Today I felt like writing. Then I realized that I was afraid to start. I was afraid I’d get seized by the story and neglect the other important things that I finally seem to be bringing under control. It is all starting to balance and I was afraid to try to fit writing back in. I did it anyway because it needs to fit. As usual the process of writing eased my spirit. (Except for the part where I jiggled the plug on my laptop twice and the machine restarted itself. I really need to get a new battery for this thing.) The writing did steal almost two hours, but it isn’t taking over my life. So that’s good.
The rest of the day was spent on Things Which Need Done. It was a very effective day. I should probably get enough sleep more often.