Thursday, May 15, 2008
I haven't been writing enough. Hell, if I am honest I have not been doing enough of anything: writing, sleeping, thinking, pausing.
I won't pretend that it's because I am always running around tending to others.
It's a lot because my mind gets so cluttered that it's hard to pick out what needs picking. Like the meat tucked into the belly of the lobster. When you can extrapolate it the reward is sweet and tender. But sometimes it's too entwined with the cartilage and you end up chewing the plasticy parts. Completely unfulfilling.
I am very cluttered right now.
Unable to pick out any of the good stuff.
Posted by Meg at 8:12 AM