Even when we drive, we’re not safe from ideas. Especially then.
Somewhere along I-55 I jotted down notes with a pen and a receipt flat against my steering wheel. Notes that will help with the revision I need on Firebird, and since Poison‘s outline is grinding its wheels in the mud, it might be good for me to re-emerse myself in a different world for a while.
Wheee. Now I have to go put away a zillion things and buy my groceries for the week!
