Creation without Inspiration.

Ever since the beginning of August I've had ideas for short stories bursting into my head unannounced. I haven't been able to motivate myself to write any of these stories. Mainly, I'm just not in the right head space for it right now.

Maybe I should write down a few sentences of each idea, so I don't completely forget them. On the other hand, I did that once and when I came back to the fragments I had written years before, whatever spark they had once had was long gone, and I had no interest in the stories.

It makes me wonder if I'll be participating in NaNoWriMo this year. I certainly WANT to. I enjoy the writing and my productivity in November ends up being over double what it is in all other months combined. What I don't need to do is set myself up for failure by agreeing to take on a challenge that I know I have no chance of completing...

Birthday!

Just wanting to stop and wish the labyrinthman a very

Happy Birthday

The Other Kind of Inspiration.

No, not breathing! That's the other other kind.

I woke up this morning with CSS structures dancing in my head (not necessarily what I would have chosen to dream about...) and I *think* I now know an alternative way to structure my CMS skin so that IE doesn't have cows. The problem is, of course, that IE ALWAYS has cows, and its likely that this new structure will manage to avoid all the bugs that I am currently dealing with, only to highlight another dozen that I've never heard of before...

The big question is whether I want to spend yet another day beating my head against IE in frustration, or to spend it, you know, getting stuff done, for a change.