Somehow, a dam has broken. Ideas are popping up like mushrooms. What is this strange new feeling?

Well, all I have now is a mush of ideas, but I like the ideas in all their mushiness. I'm highly tempted to just sit down and write, and go back later in the second draft and organize it all and give it some sort of direction. It has direction now, but it's sloppy. I don't care though, I just want to write it! But I don't think I can start for another week a least. There are still a lot of details to work out. Oh don't worry, I won't work out all the details---if I did I'd never write anything, which seems to be the case with me. But there are certain things I have to work out before I can start at the beginning, and I think it is wise for me to do so instead of jumping right into the middle as I'm tempted to do.

Closing Thoughts: It has now been a week since I've been sentenced to work on Sam for a half hour everyday. So far, I've been late more than once, but I've always done it. Except for Sunday, that is. I reserve the right to have that one day, at least, Sam-free.

By the way, I'm going to up my time to an hour now. A half hour is a triflingly small amount, especially for someone who has the time to do more. I only started with it because I was overwhelmed and didn't want to torture myself for more than half an hour. :-P