Been feeling quiet creative recently. Lots of fragments of stuff going in notebooks, awaiting that mythical day when I have too much time and nothing to do. (Although if I have learned anything by reading other writers’ blogs, that’s not how things get done at all).
I did, however, manage to compose a silly song last night while treading on the treadmill. I amused me, and if I ever get a final verse done that rounds it out nicely, I might even record it.
Mostly, the creativity has been happening offline though. Then I come online and get annoyed when I run out of things to read on my favourite sites.
Oh yeah. Maybe I should be producing content instead of consuming it.
Hence I’m blogging while my three year old hoovers the living room.