dear my friends

I keep having fabulous, wonderful ideas that go nowhere and it's a little frustrating. I want to be writing lots of stuff, but ideas wiggle in and out of my head. Problem is that I have these brilliant ideas in the shower and the minute I'm out--poof! Like smoke! I'm all comfy and moisturizing--winter's hell on my skin, guys--and suddenly I realize that great story is GONE! Sure, I'm soft as a baby's bottom, but my idea is fled! Ghosted! Ach. My pain.

( under the cut, babble fresh out of the oven, yum! )

My love--kind of stalkery and scary, but with a side of humble. Really. :)