If I don’t cut it out, this is going to start sounding like Simon’s journal… (ha. No offense, dude).
Trying to work on rewrite of fantasy saga today. Haven’t been sleeping well all week, and the last two nights I’ve had horrible leg cramps that have literally woken me up from a sound sleep 3-4 times during the night. My credit card balance looks like the GNP of a small South American country (ah, healthcare costs and retail therapy. Wheee!). Still swinging on the relationship rope, not sure what to do, not sure what I want. Really burned out at work.
There are all these big decisions to make that make HUGE differences in the next large chunk of my life, and I really don’t want to make them. I want to run away and join the Peace Corps or something.
Alternatively, I’d just like to write books and buy a beach house with a lot of land and a stream and put books in it. In the house, I mean. Not the stream. Or the beach.
I think I’m just tired.