Quote of the Moment

"What's Past Is Prologue." - William Shakespeare

Thursday, March 04, 2004

Ungh. That pretty much sums up how I feel. I can't seem to string a sentence together for the life of me without having to go back and correct mistakes. I send and e-mail to one of the writing lists I'm on, and when it goes through, I get embarassed to see all the grammar or spelling errors I made. Don't be surprised if you find a lot in this post, even if I am trying hard to type slow (and besides the fact that I'm having to backspace like every 5 words just to correct something). My mentor's going to have a field day with my next submission. I see lots of highlighting in my future.

It's so horrible that I'm having to push myself to write. I want to write, I want to continue my characters stories, but the drive just isn't there. Pooh. I think it's that time of year. I'm sure this will pass, unless of course work kills me first and beats every ounce of creativity out of me. I just wish I could take a year off of normal work so I could concentrate on my writing. Then see if I can get anywhere with it and then I'd know if I should relegate it to hobby status instead of killing myself by literally trying to work two jobs. But if I want to eat (and pay for the plane ticket to get to my residencies), I need to make money. And I don't want to drain what little we have in the savings. I really do want to own a house one day. Not to mention my husbands school loans will kick in in a couple months. Joy.

Okay, about the only thing I thought of in the last week that's relatively creative and I though interesting was this (ignore the grammar, the simile is what I'm geting at): As the snow melted from the first spring rain, it smelled of dead flowers and sludge.

Time to work now. And stay awake. Let's see if I can do both at once.