The Oddity of Eddies
March 17, 2015
Look who had some time to read today.
Finally achieving the time is both enormously glorious and annoyingly disorienting. I want to revel in the time and soak up every delicious second of it, and yet it’s also disquieting. Like, this is odd, it’s 2:00 in the afternoon and I have nothing pressing, nothing that needs to be done.
I can actually kick back and do some reading.
I consider this research (not the little eddy I’m sitting in, but the reading itself).
And, encouragingly, fifty seven pages into this book and I’ve got ideas and thoughts I must turn into my own storytelling. Just a few, some already floating off, but they do get sparked.
So I shall endure the weirdness. I think it’s productive.
