Yesterday, I played hooky. Well, sort of. I wrote until lunchtime, then took the rest of the day off to spend with my daughter. We went to B&N, and then On The Border to eat.
I bought a new, very substantial journal in hopes that I can start keeping all my random notes (ideas, character names, titles, interesting words, etc..) in one place versus the four or five spiral notebooks I have lying around the house. It's chaos the way it is now. I'll suddenly think of an awesome last name, pick the closest notebook I can find and jot it down. Two months later, when I'm looking to name a character, I'll remember writing down a really cool name, and then have to flip through all the notebooks to find it. I do this endlessly. It's getting old. So, journal, you shall be the center of my Idea Universe.
Let's just hope I can stick to the organization plan. Not that I have trouble being organized. Heh.