Why Does Creativity Strike....

At such weird times?  In response to weird things?

I've been writing like the wind!  Well...compared to the pace I usually write, it feels like the wind. It's almost a compulsion.  And I've been thinking and thinking and thinking about a story I want to write.  It has been occupying at least 70-80% of my thoughts.  I've even had trouble sleeping because I'm still turning things over in my mind.

And it feels awesome.  I love this stage of writing something.  I finally wrote out the first scene today.  I tend to keep a story in my head until I can't anymore, and then I write out a few scenes, then start connecting them together and filling in the bare spots.  It's so much fun!

But it escapes me why this would happen now.  I've had a pretty nasty cold (I was even sent home from work today) and I haven't been sleeping well.  I'm generally busy with work and the baby, and it often feels like I have no free time.  Yet, one of my writer friends happens to mention that she loves dorky romances (those in which the romantic lead is not your typical burly, statuesque Greek god-like guy), and she lamented the fact that people don't write too many of them.  I like them too, and I thought "Hey, I can write one of those!" It's been my obsession for the past few days now. 

I'm going to see if I can, in fact, write one of those.

A Crazy End of the Year...and There Really Aren't Enough Hours in the Day

SO.  We bought the house that I was gushing over in the last post.  I'm not kidding.  We bought it and now it is ours.  It was a whirlwind thing, really--we closed at the end of November and were moved in by mid-December.  I think this more than explains my absence from posting here!

We love it.  We love the space, we love the location.  We are excited about the projects (and they are many).

Now to switch gears....

There aren't enough hours in the day for me to do everything I want to do.  Lately, I keep doing that thing where I think, "Hey, I'd really like to learn to do/play/make ___________ before I die."  And these things keep adding up--there are way too many things I'd love to do before I die--hobbies I'd love to take up and places I'd love to see.  I seem to be stuck on hobbies, mostly.  For instance, here's the list I have (and I'm probably forgetting some):

Learn to play electric guitar
Learn to play piano
Learn to play cello
Become fluent in Spanish
Learn to box/a martial art
Learn to crochet
Get better at knitting
Learn to sew using a sewing machine
Learn Latin ballroom dancing
Study/read about world history
Read a lot more comic books/graphic novels
Learn to draw/paint better
Write more. LOTS more.

There aren't enough hours in the day.