Cures What Ails You
I've still got the wild brain, and furious scribbling, which has taken on a life of its own. That aside, the dumpster I requested has just been delivered. Seeing that dingy metal box out there in my driveway fills me with happiness.
Judging from the explosion of thoughts I'm having, and the explosion of crap in my house and yard, I've been hoarding. I've always been a bit of a pack rat, although I'm not very sentimental about the stuff I stash away. I just seem to accumulate piles.
With each trip to the dumpster, I'm feeling lighter and more open. The ideas flowing from my head to paper are having the opposite effect. Ideas bring more ideas. Skeleton plans need fleshing out. There are apparently things I need to unload, however insignificant or unlikely. I am cleaning all my houses.