As if spurred by my proclamation to begin daily fiction writing on Mar. 15, my subconscious responded with a dream of intricate narrative.
Haiti, Chile, Taiwan, Sumatra ... It seems like *something* is trying to crawl its eldritch way out of the Earth.
My mind is spinning along on the implications of using TWO HANDS on the iPad. Feels like a generational shift in interface design.
Home for the weekend. Daffodils are poking up in front of my house. Plans include dog park tomorrow and many naps. Also: laundry.