I'm not going to say much tonight, except this — WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM!? I've started re-reading my morning pages as part of this week's tasks (something I've never done in all the years I've kept them) and there's stuff in there I have absolutely no recollection of writing!!
Some of it is ranting, some of it's useful, some of it shows tiny sparks of creativeness with the odd fleck of potential, and other bits are Oh My God moments of revelation that solve problems I've clearly had bubbling in my subconscious. It turns out I've been having moments of genius and inspiration and burying them away. The mind really is a crazy machine.
I think this week is going to be both terrifying and fascinating.