I was going to make another blog for the sandbox; for experimenting and strange thoughts. but all the good names are gone, and this is what bluebug was going to be in the first place, I think: a combination of a writing and information blog.

I woke up early this morning; nothing unusual about that. but today, instead of trying to sleep, I followed the thoughts that bounced around my head, making me feel as fragmented as the Women of Avignon



I thought about deadlines and limited time: the first, the chance that I might die at rather short notice. The second, the pressures of life with a baby and until yesterday, a part-time job. I thought about what it means to give up your day job to study and write. I thought what the hell am I doing?

Things may get weird in the sandbox. Let's play.