I did some work on the cars today. Putting on the winter wheels. I noticed some odd wear on Ennie’s tires. We’re going to have to get new tires for that soon. $$.
Wound up not in a great mood.
Then I escaped to novel writing. It’s a nice escape. I didn’t really expect it as much as reading novels, but sure enough I’m in a better mood.
So far I’ve written more fiction in the past week than I’ve written in the past 20 years. Maybe ever. It gets me out of my head into and into someone else’s. I can explore how things might play out in different scenarios.
Cool stuff I tell ya!