My last day of peace and I’m already prickling. Not good at all. I also have a long list of things I’d like to get done (housework, writing, cooking…) and I’m sitting on the laptop, flipping back and forth between screens, trying to get motivated to actually do something productive. I’ve managed to do my version of ‘clearing off the kitchen table’, which really isn’t much more than removing about 5 items and then shuffling the rest around. I think the proper way to do it (short of removing it all off into the trashcan with the sweep of my arm) is to take everything off of the tabletop, then put back only what is supposed to be on it. I wonder how well that actually works…

I could probably make a sizable dent in the chaos that surrounds me just by hanging up a few articles of clothing, putting away vending set up items in their storage bin, and/or washing the sink of dishes. But no–here I sit.

I will say this for myself: at least I’ve added two pages to The Open Book this morning. I believe I wrote about six over the weekend in an effort to finish this one last chapter. I do have some content to add to an earlier one, since I thought of some things during one of my drives to and from the Steampunk unLimited show (good time, by the way!). I will probably hit that part when I make my first editing round. I can tell that I am still farther away from finishing this book (and here I mean publishing) than I thought, because no other muses are vying for attention just yet. That’s not a bad thing–I need the focus to all be on this one. Some colorful and weird dreams would be nice and helpful–and not ones of lighting the bottoms of severed horse hooves for torches. Not quite like that. I’m not sure I can work with that…At least not in this book…

My scattered brain is taking me elsewhere right now, so I guess I should move on. Perhaps I’ll come back to this later…