You find inspiration in half-remembered spaces

I don't know what I was thinking.
I'm in my bedroom, trying to organize what to read from next. I slide books to the side, move new journals over, move research books to skim to the fore, and notice an old journal (when I say 'old', I mean 2008). When I open it, there's a short story I hadn't finished.

So, guess what I'm editing now?