Living on a college campus again seems to be inspiring me in ways I never anticipated. Perhaps it’s the artificial shelter it provides the mind against the grinding actual, outside world or the stimulation of all the students’ minds around, but it’s making me contemplate ideals again—maybe enough to start that immediate and raw novel.

Budgeting time like that final semester of undergrad (when I was busiest but also happiest and had more free time than ever before), purely focused, energized and settled. Only four classes a day Monday through Friday doesn’t hurt either. Think I’ll be super busy too, though there’s just enough time each day to work on what matters.