Bringing color to your world

I am washing dishes, I am writing novels. De iure, de facto. What is, what should be. So, because somebody has to do my dishes, while I was doing them I wrote, as usual, a novel. Well, actually not a full novel, but some philosophical piece, some self-biographical shit, a couple of short stories. The moment I am done, my words and writings in my head evaporate as well. But, at least, I have been busy as a bee and somehow similarly productive. I even cleaned the keyboard and the windows in the living room. Those really needed the job. The dust has been layered on them for the past twelve months or so.