I ended up doing a lot of writing yesterday.
I had so many ideas and tried to get them all down on paper that it was hard for my pen to keep up with them(yes, I still write with a pen).
Looking at my notebook now, my writing looks like chicken scratch
and
like it was written by a mad woman.
Most of the ideas were stuff from years ago that I forgot to write down.
It's weird how stuff from awhile ago can just pop back into your head and seem to make more sense later.