There’re just days that I am simply exhausted even though I haven’t done much more than any other day. One of the short stories I’m working on is related to the tale of Thumbelina. I hope I can get a good chunk done tonight. 700 words is not a lot but I feel like there’s muck in my brain and I need to go to bed or else my brain will get too gunky and full of disconnected ideas. It seems that creativity requires clarity and order in order to be expressed and my mind is not very orderly at the moment.