Writing

My creativity seems to come in large phases. I like to commit an entire section of time to one thing. That is the good part. The bad part is that everything else goes by the wayside while I focus on my one thing. I've done a lot of scrapping lately. For weeks and weeks I scrapped - keeping my current album completely up to date, making Cassie's graduation gift, making my own baby album, starting on my "years 1-5" album, making the "tornado book." Now I'm looking ahead to Cassie's graduation album and my birthday book...but my scrapping skills need a tiny break.

So I went back to writing. It amazes me how eight hours at work can seem like fifty, and yet four or five hours in front of the computer writing at night can seem like ten minutes. How is that possible? I've lost about 2 hours of sleep per night because I can't stop writing. I hate that every morning when I wake up, but I don't hate it enough to stop. I have missed writing. If it weren't for blogging and journaling, I wouldn't have done much of it at all lately. It's a good feeling to be back into it.

And in only 9 more hours...I can do more. But who's counting?