Laid awake till quite late last night, listening to Love & Brian Eno, sketching out ideas for books in my head.

All images, word games, symbol systems at this point, no characters, plotting.

A lot of doubling, should bone up on my comic plotting, maybe reread those 'Blandings' books, some Hoffmann.

I'm thinking two books, a sort of mother-daughter pair, something to keep me company. Will probably start working on those come Fall, once the aloneness has had a chance to sink in.