Wednesday, February 3, 2010

It's the third of February . . .

And my tree is still up.

Why? I don't know. Maybe I'll find out by the time I get to the end of this post.

Things tend to come at me at the spur of the moment. I'm not a big "thinker-outer". I like the craziness of spontaneity. Heck, I've gotten some of my best scenes that way. You know, you're just sitting there, staring off into space, not really doing anything, and it hits you like a Mike Tyson rampage. You say "Heck yeah!" and run off to crank out a chapter or maybe even two. Or maybe you don't know what that's like.

So why am I up at 4am? Well, for one reason my little one kicks like a mule, and another one is I think I have an idea. So I'm gonna get right to it as soon as I post this. Really. I am.

I think that's about it. Oh! My tree. Well . . . I could really have it tore apart in approximately ten minutes, but I seem to like it filling up that one corner over there, and it's two flights of stairs to get it where it needs to be. One day I'll do it. Take the initiative and tackle the beast of all trees and make that long trek to its final destination. I'll get it done. Really. I will. Just let me have some coffee first. And a dounut. And maybe some bacon or even . . .