I have ideas, words, themes, concepts dancing in my head. Well, maybe not dancing. Perhaps awkwardly hoola-hooping or three-legged-racing in my head. Dancing implies choreographed organization and beauty - that is definitely not going on up there.
But I am tired of saying I am going to write something substantial (aka a book) and not doing it. Maybe it was hearing that the Twilight chick wrote her book (which I have yet to read) in three months while she was a stay-at-home-mom. Maybe it is all the bloggers I see writing things, creating things, impacting things that makes me want to write, create, and impact, too.
So today I tackled some white. Just ideas on a computer screen typed one-handed on a Word document while Bugaboo napped in my left arm, but it is a start. A non-vampire-story start. :)