The Stars and the Cookie Jar

I am currently enjoying the richest creative period I've had in five years. I finished the first pass at a story for upstart_crow , I'm working a little bit on a collaborative translation I think could be something amazing, and this morning on the Metro I jotted down some stuff for a YA story/novella/novel/something. Yeah, it's kinda inchoate, but it beats the VACUUM FULL OF GOOSE EGG approach.

The only problem? 

Totally off my anti-hamster meds here. I may be writing, but I'm also snappish, flightly, garrulous, and twitchy as fuck.

Crap.

Get back on the meds and off the hamster wheel, there goes the writing. I'm really liking the writing. I love being able to express things exactly the way my mind's eye demands. I love having it come easy the way it used to.

But oh, I love my wife, too. And this is so unfair to her, I can't even say.