Yesterday was a creative day.

 I

1. developed requirements for two new mobile apps I'd like for myself
   
2. sketched out the overall story line, character overviews and secondary story lines for a book I have had in mind for a year (adult fiction)
   
3. wrote out a counter argument to the claim that musicians should resign themselves to having their digitized music shared freely because its the new business model (it tweaks me so)
   
4. sketched out a present I want to make for my wife's birthday next week (it's make vs. buy here at casa Waldo)
   
5. Developed an argument for when paper is better than digital (when I am brainstorming ideas I am encouraged by the sensuality of the pen and paper. I am also dependent on being able to later read the energy within my handwriting - along with what is actually written - to get at what I was thinking about)

This is typical for me. I thought it was for everyone, but I guess not.

A scan of the past day in my journal.

My creative notes explode across several notebooks, backs of envelopes and anywhere else I can put them. I've now taken to cutting these notes out and pasting them into a black artist's sketch book.