Felt hemmed in. Know that feeling? Sure. Demands close in on all sides. Your time becomes their time. They're stealing your time and energy.

That's where I was. Wasn't able to write as much as I desired. Can I ever? I don't think the writing cup is ever filled. 

Broke out of the hems this morning. Just split the seams on all 'em.  Did yard work and helped the SO with her project yesterday. Still have her MBP Airport connectivity issue. That'll take a while to resolve to I hard wired her.  (That sounds sort of dirty, doesn't it?)

Had vowed that I would break out yesterday. I'd recognized I was bottom sucking in a trough, not a good place to be. Darkness rules the trough's bottom. Sunlight fails to reach its cold depths.  Old garbage clutters the space. 

Maybe it was the clear and bright full moon last night renewing my energy, throwing such light in through the window that I thought the neighbors had a spotlight on, but I awoke full of energy today. Started by rising early. Took care of the cats and the three esses, dressed and ate, and hit the trail.  Sunrise had begun but we're into the Autumn shift. Mountain shadows dominated.  Air temp was hovering about forty five degrees F. Walked and thought about what I've been writing and what I've finished, where I'm at, a recap.  

Still revising "Sister, Sister". New title hasn't found me. 

"Many & Varied Potato Recipes" has been submitted, along with "Red and Blue" and "Sometimes". 

Wrote five pages of a new science fiction story today, "Ghosts of Ashland", featuring my little town. Love it when my town finds its way into a story. I have a game I sometimes play when I walk. I make things up. I 'design' cars, houses, cities, and starships. 

The game had taken me into RV territory. First I considered it from a contemporary POV, then I moved it into the science fiction realm, adding compilers and other matters that eases logistical issues. Considered the full TARDIS treatment but decided to invoke some restraint. But what could I do with this thing? Why, I could have someone using it as it's intended. But who and where? What happens? Voila, I give you "Ghosts of Ashland". It's my first science fiction story in over a month, after Sister squared, potatoes, and sometimes. 

Continued with novels in progress. Foremost is "Peerless". I'm adding more to it, expanding on it. Sorry, I just see things and tack it on. I'm an undisciplined tacker. Then I become a cutter, slicing words back away. Then I polish...yada...yada...yada.

A full day is planned - yard work, social engagements, other chores and errands, but back to "Ghosts of Ashland" and "Peerless". It's early.  More writing is to be done before the time theives find me again.