i wrote a zygote of a poem this morning upon waking. i have no idea what it said. but i have a feeling i can finish it. it was inspired by whatever dream i was having. i watch far too much doctor who. didn't think that was possible.
i cleaned the house and broke up a cat fight, too. it's been a busy day. i slept after doc woke up, instead of sleeping in the afternoon.
the rest of the day is my new project that i've been talking about doing forever: editing my book, hurt. and changing the title. i was a bit surprised when i opened it today and what i thought was the first chapter was not the first chapter. the whole thing may be easier. the biggest problem i have is that it will be longer when it is done and it's really long now. so i think it's going to break down into a series. maybe.
i really need advice on this one and i have no one to go to. so i have to make it up as i go along. but if i think about it, i've always done that. i've never really had any clue what i was doing but went ahead and did it anyway. i can do that again. maybe if i act like myself, i will be myself again.
time to go work on the book.