Mind...aches.... I don't remember finding the creation of my own fantasy world to be quite this exhausting. Not sure if I'm just really out of practice or if my mind has conveniently discarded the painful memories in favor of the exhilarating ones. Either way, going back to that novel I started ten years ago is proving to be surprisingly difficult.

Of course, the fact that I wrote tons and tons of now-useless notes in the beginning of that writing process might have something to do with it. Since I've finished reading through all that story detritus, perhaps tomorrow's work---redesigning the country, rethinking the world's history, rereading the chapters I've already written---will come a little easier.

What possessed me to start with such a complicated premise, though, honestly? I was either a seriously overambitious or naive little lass ten years ago. Probably both.