instead of writing

I know. I was going to actually write something. I did about a page of random exposition last night, in the beginnings of my nebulous attempt to re-tackle Ye Anciente Novelle About Dragones. ( the what? I explain )

But I can't stop thinking about running away to Japan.
( I did this once. )

And I've neatly managed to avoid doing any writing in the sole hour I had for it today. Hurrah for me!