Steam....

I experienced my first earthquake today.  For a second I found it very interesting, and was standing there trying to get the feel for it... details... how it really felt... then I realized I was responsible for teenagers at the moment, and I should ensure their safety.  So.... I herded them around to where they were supposed to be, and risked my own body when we didn't hear the all clear and went in search of information about my isolated little youngins.  Interesting stuff...

So, I'm running out of steam...

It's the second day of school, and I'm running out of steam.  I've written three stories since coming home from Hindman, but I've not fully edited them out.  I have two stories I want to submit by August 31 to a contest, and neither of them have been through their final final edit.  I've not quit.  This is the most I've ever done since leaving Hindman, but I can feel the wind slipping out of my sails.

I need some inspiration...
I need a reason to keep going.