I’ve started taking notes on new (or to-be-rewritten) stories for the first time in quite a while. I spent most of last year channelling my energy into editing and polishing old pieces. The stress and system shock of moving, however, has jarred something loose in me. I’m making things up again.
I don’t have a desk yet. I don’t even have my own computer. But I’m working.
Lately I’ve been asking myself questions like…
Are werewolves gluten-intolerant?
Is social anxiety partially caused by a hyper-awareness of social hierarchies?
Would a completely digitized public library bother to maintain any kind of physical branch space?
How do agoraphobes feel about underground spaces?
Do robots make good pets?
What’s a good A.V. setup for someone who almost never leaves a studio apartment?
And so on, and so on.