Scattered

I'm still a little bit at sea. I'm writing just about the amount I want -- but I'm all over the board. I'm finishing up a short story, which is turning out to be much longer than a short story should be but I'll worry about that part later. I'm also working on a set of essays about growing up that I'm considering trying to finish in order to give to my brother and sister as Christmas gifts.

But on some days I get the feeling that I want to spend time with people from novel ideas I've come up with. I spent a day last week describing how a piano smelled to a young girl who imagines she is being visited by the ghost of Chopin. Intriguing, yes, fun, yes, but nothing to do with what I'm actually working on.

I'm trying to decide whether to just let myself bob along in this fashion. Sooner or later I figure I will settle on something that will keep my interest for more than a day. But in the meantime at least I'm getting shitty first drafts of something. Right?