I hate that I say I love to read and write but than I hardly ever make the time for it. It has only taken reading 1,000+ pages this week to get that through my thick skull. There are more things to criticize myself about than that, I suppose; and worse offenses at that. But this is the one that is on my mind because when I'm not home part of my nose is still buried in the book.
Maybe next year I'll make it a goal to do NaNoWriMo (google it). Right now blogging is my only outlet, and I've got to remedy that.
What might be cool is one of those pens that captures what you write. Then I could do that whenever the mood strikes me. Or I suppose I could be putting this energy and thought int a word doc or email to myself... then again I just can't get creative on my blackberry wannabe.