Busy!

I've been beside myself with busy-ness lately. Paid work is busy, personal life is busy, writing is suffering, although not as badly as I thought it would. I'm plugging away at an odd story about a hooker with a heart of gold. Sounds like a dreadful cliche but she's in my head so her story needs to be told. And another idea is brewing about sex and taboos. What if in a parallel world a lot of what we think of as sexually illicit (like having sex on the peak hour bus) was not only not illicit but required. Any form of privacy would be seen as a sin.

Lots of ideas spinning around in my head. Must have something to do with being busy.