Overboard

I am officially drowning. I don't have enough time. Enough energy. Enough drive and determination. Things are becoming too much. And at the same time, I get this feeling of things being at a stand-still. "A body at rest". I hate stasis. But I also hate flux. And god damn, is there some flux. "Realignment". This is a word that conjures up both excitement for the new, the unrealized potential, and frustration over how the end-game is to be accomplished with the endless reshuffle and pseudo-political musical chairs. It's all a game, and no one bothered to translate the rules into anything approaching a language I'm fluent in. This is the state of things: the beginning is the end is the beginning. The more things change, you know...

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So much for that. On to more interesting (mundane?) topics. Ideas for stories include the still percolating "quantum bookshop", another revolving around the phrase "Sometimes you have to sacrifice the shepherd to spare the flock" that's been rattling around in my brain matrix, and how to chop up my NaNoWriMo novelette into easy, bite-sized sections.

The upside of having the new dog is that I have a lot of brainstorming time available on those pre-dawn walks around the neighborhood. The downside is that, with the new dog, I have a lot less time to write these ideas down...

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