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My brain seems to think that spring is an excellent time to start writing new stories. This would be a lovely thing if it had also finished my current WIPs, but no. So instead I just have bouts of wonderful stories unspooling in my head while I drive, and have to try to remember them and find time to at least jot them down before they are forgotten.

But on the bright side - hey, writing! So that's a good thing.