I'm back. It's been a long hiatus, and yes, I'm still writing that silly book. Up to 67,000 some words-- but it totally needs to be rearranged and reworked. It has many characters as the D's - Dickens and Dostoyevsky -- but reads as chaotic as a Jackson Pollack painting; it will feel like a crime and punishment to read it! Work unfortunately has been terribly demanding and exhausting. Now they've added travel every week, so I'm in the sky every week, getting to work at odd hours. I don't really have such a thing as writer's block. Except my job, it blocks me from everything except paying my bills. I just want to be home writing my book, but in this economy I should be careful what I wish for. So I keep working like crazy, trying to crush that stupid dream since I don't think anyone will ever read my book anyway. We all have our dreams. It's tempting to crush them. I wish I could some times. But alas, that's why they are dreams; they just don't die. Just like love. The real kind. But my o' my, but the world is full of distractions and fakes. You have to stay grounded to not be tripped up by it all. And even then, sometimes the fools knock you flat on your face. For a bit, anyway, before you get back up and take them out for the ride of their life. Then head out on your own, to make your dreams come true. The real kind.
