There's a lot to be said for creativity.

Until now, I never thought much about how badly I handle my creativity. Or the fact that I don't temper the tide of ideas that so frequently come to mind.

Don't get me wrong,  creativity is a good thing. I'm never going to say otherwise. But, sometimes,  it pays to hold off on impulse to just write because a story,  or character,  is banging on the inside of your head like it's a drum.

Take now,  for example, I have three novellas written in first draft format and almost seven short stories out of fifteen left to edit.

And now my desk is cluttered.

I can't move on with anything until I've at least finished editing what I already have.

And I feel the need to finish at least one publishable novella.

But I must resist.

I must.

For now at any rate.