I'm not writing my NaNo Novel; I'm writing for the Art Garden (Or trying to).

The deadline to submit something is Friday. This Friday. Forty hours from now.

The Theme is "Gold."

I want to write something based on the Irish Proverb: "A word is more enduring then Worldly Wealth," which fits the audience and venue (as we are all wielders of words, there, and this is the 50th Art Garden event).

But that doesn't actually mention gold, or the imagery of gold, per se. And we don't use gold as wealth in everyday life, anymore, and, and, and... It's taking me a longer, windier road than I want to get from the theme I was given and the idea I want to talk about.

And, and, and.

And I have a migraine. And hotels.com won't tell me specifically what rooms I might book have which barrier-free access features available, and they demand payment up front with no hope for a refund, and the price as just about doubled since the last time I did this (I think because people are scared of bedbugs in Manhattan proper), and *flail*

And I don't even think gold is all that pretty (I've always prefered silver).