Busier Than I Knew

A little while ago, I was feeling sort of blue because I had friends who were saying "I have 25 pieces ready to be put into the pipeline..." and things of that nature. When people say that they have tons of material that they've written and are sending out, I feel the lack of writing time in my life keenly. I'd like nothing better than to be able to do nothing but write, but it's unlikely to happen.

On the other hand, I was searching through my documents folder for something and I came across two pieces that I had written a few months ago and then utterly forgotten about.

It's like finding a fiver in your pocket.