Such as they are. I had a fairly busy weekend. None of it had anything to do with writing, which was a first for me in quite a while. (And let’s just say part of the weekend was spent partying like a rock star. With rock stars. And leave it at that, eh?) But, I’m clearly getting old because staying out as late as I did caught up to me in spades the next few days – although it’s more than that too. I’m still having tremendous difficulty falling asleep – my head is just too jazzed up with ideas, but the downside is that I’m often too tired to implement them. It’s becoming a bit of a circle pattern that I don’t like, because no matter how early I go to bed – I still wake up feeling like my head is stuffed with cotton. Today, for example –… Read more