When my brain is full of wool, the last thing I want to do is write anything. I hate feeling like I’m trying to think through a bunch of cotton candy, I can’t wait for it to end.
On the plus side, I thought of a new story idea. It even came with a title! On the downside, I can’t actually be sure it’s a good idea; it came via a dulled mind, so for all I know, it actually sucks. Time will tell.
I’m debating posting more of my 2008 novel, au naturel. Possibly with some sort of highlighting on the bad sections, just so my couple of readers know that I have seen the crap, noted it, and am going to fix it someday. Just not right now.