I am kind of noodley today. I am feeling languid and lazy and just a little bit self-indulgent. I am tempted to bury myself in words, to become over analytical and try to categorize and label and quantify. I suspect that sort of self-indulgence is not the best course of action.
Instead I think I will go for a walk, enjoy the Spring air and the feelings that are knit through-out me. When I am not feeling *quite* so self aware, then I will delve into some words … but not words about me, or these feelings; instead I will try to pour this feeling of creativity into my manuscript.