The weather’s been out of wack lately and I hardly know if spring nearly arrived or winter’s just getting started. My head’s simply brimming with plot bunnies and I’m hastily jotting them down. It feel good to have ideas again, to be creative again, to be original again.
I was afraid that I’ve become desensitized to my usual sources of inspiration but I know now that the organic, good kind of spark can’t be forced out.
I’ve been good with my spending–only 2 coffees and one outside meal per week.
On a separate note, I wish everyone would stop being some nosy about my personal life. I don’t bug others about their lives, so why the insatiable need to know about mine? I’m really looking forward to stepping out on my own. I like my independence.