"You Could At Least Laugh..."

Yeesh. I can't read my own writing. Or I can't find my own writing.

When I can't be writing, I am writing down what I want to be writing. So all this time when I haven't been writing, I have been making lists of what I will write when I have time. Well, Christmas break is a-coming up, so I'll have time, but now I have pandemonium on scrap paper to make sense of. Just. Um. It's a mess. And I can't find my notes on the main one I want to work on. All I remember is one line from it and I can probably write the rest, but I'm afraid I'll miss something, so I want to see my notes.

Meanwhile, I write other things. Typety typety.