So I’m kind of mad at myself. I was on a really awesome roll last night, the kind of roll that lasts for six hours making you eat dinner hunched over the keyboard while praying you don’t spill the sauce to cause the Great Computer Crash. Then I remembered that I had a math final this morning. Dilemma, keep writing while I’m inspired or be responsible? I decided to be responsible. I stopped writing and filled my head with equations. I tried to go back to the story tonight but I’ve got nothing. Seriously, inspiration should have an on/off switch. No wonder I never get the laundry folded within a week of being washed. I’m too busy straining my fingers to type as quickly as my mind thinks to get all this unpolished and unforced brilliance out of my head before real life gets in the way again.
On the bright side, I got about 15 pages of awesomeness before I remembered to study. So that’s exciting. Oh, I just thought of something! Bye now.