A significant portion of my mind is a library with numerous sets of shelves. Upon those shelves used to be organized piles of original manuscripts. At some point, the shelves were knocked over and now the floor is littered with loose-leaf sheets of paper strewn about in haphazard, mismatched scenes from too many short stories and books to count. My time is spent diligently trying to get them organized again, while I keep getting distracted by new sheets with new scenes from new books that drift down from somewhere. Hopefully, I will snag several that match and have the opportunity to share them here.