Daylight savings this past weekend. Didn't we just fall back, like yesterday? I remember when old people I knew (my parents, for instance) used to tell me that time was actually flying by for them. I didn't know what they were talking about, and obviously they didn't, either. I was spending my days in a classroom with nuns giving me the evil eye while I eyed the clock on the wall with its second hand barely inching around clockwise and the other two not moving at all, at least as far as I could see. The school day lasted a month, the school year lasted ten years, the week leading up to Christmas felt like a lifetime. Even summer vacation seemed to last forever.


Now, of course, I get it. Now that I'm one of those old people, life's a blur. That T-shirt that reads "So many___(fill in the blank), so little time," makes perfect sense. And with me, I can think of lots of things to fill in the blank with. One of them is books, of course. So many. So many good ones--and great ones--waiting for me to open up the cover (or the e-reader) and read that first sentence. And then there's writing. I have so many ideas, characters, stories in my head and so little time to get them down on paper. I've gotta learn to work faster, I guess, but can we get time to slow down for a while? I've got some writing to do!