Flubber Trouble

Sometimes I let things percolate too much. It always starts out slowly, with just the drip, drip, drip of an idea. The idea gathers and grows and changes shape. I put words to it, and it changes again. Quite suddenly, or so it seems, the  tiny drips coagulate and turn into a little Flubber of an idea. A mischief-making, life-of-its-own Flubber of an idea.

Good thing Flubber and the Mad Scientist came to a mutually acceptable agreement, huh? 

starting again

I needed a clean slate for the inauguration of a new era. The funny thing is that I arrived at this era by getting lost, and now I feel more found than before. The ground seems to be solidifying under my feet, and that's nice too.

So it begins...again.