Tuesday, November 21, 2006


It's an alien concept for me.

When I'm not writing, I'm watching the kids.

When I'm not watching the kids, I'm working my tail off.

When I'm not doing either of those things, I'm worried about money.

My life's gotten so complicated, I no longer have the freedom to actually live it.

Strange, eh? Why am I letting these damn greggles push me through so many damned hoops? Have I been among them so long that I'm allowing them to treat me like a human? Or worse, have I started to think of myself as one again? I'd thought I was past that but in recent months, I don't much feel like my true self.

Somewhere, I lost sight of my dreams. At some point, I let my fire dwindle. It hasn't gone out entirely but if I'm to save it, I may have to do something drastic.

Just what that is...

...is anyone's guess.


Zay said...

*holds up a large bundle of coal, metal and gems*

That should help.

August said...

*yums it all up*