Random

All in a whirl is my head . . .

I am becoming more and more distracted, less and less motivated. I want to write. The story is starting to emerge now and I am hard pressed to hang on to my ideas until they can be developed.

I must must must press on with the actual writing. That means work will undoubtedly suffer (more) and that I must start saying "no" to friends, colleagues and family. Even to my spouse, probably.

What good is for a man to gain the world if he loseth his story?

To work, to work.