The thing about being busy

When I get really busy, I get really creative. It's something about the rushing about that gets my blood flowing and my brain working. And it builds, too. The busier I get, the more creative I get. And I start on projects and I get busier and I get new ideas for new projects and it's awesome.

I'm working on a book right now. And a few art projects. And of course, things are so crazy at work the week before Christmas. So, naturally, I've come up with awesome ideas for two more books and several more art projects. And also, I've been dreaming about the stone sculpting again. (Been a couple months since I worked on that. I have this agreement with myself that I won't sculpt again until I've finished my grad school apps. I don't remember why exactly I made that deal with myself, but it's working for me, I guess.)

I've finished chapter six of this fantasy novel. But I have to go back and rework chapters 4 and 5 because of new and better ideas I've had for later on that I need to foreshadow properly early on. That's cool. It's been awhile since I've been this excited about writing on a big project. I look forward to going home and writing. And jeez, once I get going, the words flow. I love the characters. I feel like I know them, and that's kind of key. I want their stories to happen because these people mean something to me. Even though they're not real people.

In our slow times today (which are sparse-- been working on this entry over a period of hours), I get itchy to get back to my characters. I want to write badly. I want to get it out.

In other news, I got to give Mr. Pitts a space heater today. And then I got to talk to my brother. How awesome!