and then the light rain fell.
I've been having, for the past few weeks, an odd inverse writer's block. Snippets of creativity have been rushing about my synapses, too many for me to concentrate on one thing and actually hammer it out. I've been intrigued by nanowrimo for quite a while, but I'm certainly not taking that on right now. heather w's nano-wrimo is really cool as well, but I know that I'd break down and miss a few days. (p.s. heather, are you keeping w? or going to r? I need to know how to address things properly!) and LJ's promise of writing something in her LJ every day.. well, I don't have babies to talk about, so I'm likely to be even more boring. Although -

I've been thinking about making a record of a lot of my memories from childhood and adolescence - little short stories of things that actually happened. If you'd be interested in being in a filtered list for such things, let me know. more of you means I'll actually be more likely to write it up!

in poop news, no decemberists 930 show for me, or for anyone, apparently.
in other poop news, a drummer quit again.

but beyond that, things are good. Trailer Park musical has ended, happily well sold, but we do the one-act twice more this coming weekend. and I have to burn some tracks for Ash Girl - damn this theater thing and its demands. Which means of course I am thinking "oh, I should write a play, right?"

Ah well. it's now night time, which means it's bed time.

good luck, all!