At one point, I asked, "What's the name of that O. Henry story? Red Chief something?" (It was "The Ransom of Red Chief." I don't remember any details of it, yet it came to mind anyway.)
Gymmed this morning since I have a lunch date, and possibly orchestra tonight if the tickets work out.
I have not yet written my synopsis. All the things I wrote down the other night, plus the poll results/comments, are being chewed upon by my backbrain. I also had a small thought on the elliptical this morning inspired by a bit of song, which is flitting in and out of my brain like a moth and may or may not amount to anything.
Also, I keep having passing thoughts about my writing career. (I just stopped myself from putting quote marks around writing career, even though the impulse was strong. Self-deprecation is so ingrained, I think even more so in women, that it takes effort to fight against it every time.) Anyway, these thoughts go in more than one direction. One relates to a historical romance, the other to a young adult book or two, one of which is partially written and the other which is a mess of characters, notes, and a few scene ideas that have been lying around for years and years. First, of course, I need to finish the second book on this contract. But after that? I am not sure yet.
This week I am feeling very parenthetical.