Just a short update before I go bury myself in Midsummer Dream stuff again.
You know something's not quite right with you if...
... you can spend hours on Google Maps and Google Earth scoping the perfect patch of ground to convert into a small town, then dig a lake where there was none. (Hey, Texas only has one natural lake; it shouldn't be that out of place to dig on in Wyoming.),
... a book on writing mysteries (hey, I switched genres just a tad) makes you want to go bury yourself in research,
...you think the textbook resource the 4th-6th grade English teachers use would be really cool to adapt to your own writing purposes,
... a book titled The Art of War for Writers makes you want to rethink how you do things,
... you save chores for your breaks,
... you are at peace with the number of non-fiction books (especially given its disproportion to the number of fiction books you're not reading) you're attempting to read at once,
... you suddenly realize not every one is quite so fascinated with the geography and wildlife of a particular region,
... you think that there's a geyser near your chosen book setting is cool,
... you also got excited about the airport two hours away,
... and you are constantly torn between the need for sleep or for a social life and that nagging insistence you go write something.
I just thought I'd share. Time to go bury myself. Yall have fun. Oh, it's hot, and two of the cows behind our property now have calves. The cows come to graze at least twice a day, and their lowing in the morning is quite peaceful.