I have a million things to write. Novels upon novels. There was my birthday on the 26th that I cooly didn’t write about. There was thanksgiving with my parents I missed on writing about. There was the girl on the train this morning with the button that read “It SUCKS to be me.”
All this and I haven’t been able to get a moments peace to jot it down.
Things have got to change in regards to my creative life. I feel as if I am being stretched too thin.
Things have got to change… now.