Prelim

Last night I went to my bed at 1am, read some stuff until 2 30, and lay in bed listening to some music until 3 when some thoughts jumped at me. My heart beat very fast for 30 minutes and I flipped and flopped about in bed. At 3 30 I got up and wrote them down, but my heart still beat very fast for the next 15 minutes and I couldn't sleep.

Together these thoughts now form the basis of two things I'm going to write. One is a short play, and the title would be My real imaginery friend. The other would be a short story, and it would be about a man's encounter with a beached sperm whale. I wonder how far I can stay with these. I'm not a particularly diligent person, and I guess I better start work soon.