Okay, so it's been a while since I've written. I'm the only human to have noticed but that's not the point. Either I talk to myself or I write to clear my head. There's a ton of clutter so really I should be doing both. Time for a (minute) cleaning...
Still trying to set my head straight before writing 'the book' and even before tackling Halfway to Heaven. I have managed to throw down a couple episodes of Fuzzball though. Who knows where that'll go. Waiting on crits from an editor/writer friend. Her plate's full enough so I try not to poke. In the meantime I still find myself wishing I were where I, well, a 'where' which doesn't exist. I need to stop that. On one level, it's not wrong to dream. On another level, the one to which it's all come... I need a purging and replenishing. God knows it.
My kids, now there's a good topic for story-telling. (As for the first 'story' it was too difficult to tackle with them and too muddled for me, hence Fuzzball was born.) I completely see my imagination present in both of them, especially my daughter. She has explanation upon explanation and manages to make them make some kind of sense. My son tries to too, but his are rather... confusing and scattered. I could wish for more time or energy (really it's the latter I need more), but I know it'll be a while that we're stuck with this schedule. ICK! My BFF needs to get off the night shift but there's no end in sight without cutting hours and we can't afford that!
Lighter note: we're a lot more stable financially than we were when we moved into the Love Shack. Not that we're doing great, but we're at least doing now. In fact, I was happily surprised this month to realize I get paid three times before the next mortgage is due... So I can buy my contacts before we go camping at Creationfest this year! Yay! It's the little things really.
Speaking of the little things, she wants me to paint her nails before we go to the park. Oh futility. No matter. Off I go...
