Don't tell me that it has been that long! What the hell is going on?
I think about the blog all the time. Promise myself that I will post what I have written, and then something happens. If you wanna know the truth, it's a glass of Moscato that usually happens. When I drink a glass of that, it's usually over. Then today I just Googled that I might have a bit of dyslexia because I noticed that the drafts of my blogs are just all over the place. It's like when I read them I can't even understand what I was trying to say.
So lemme just do this quickie post. Maybe this will get my damn engine started. I have been juggling these men, juggling these jobs, and trying to do everything else in between that it's clearly it's causing me to neglect my little diary.
And this can't go on.
This can't continue.
Hmmmm. Maybe I just need to write in tidbits instead of writing SAGAs like I was doing. My latest draft on Shallow Hal is seven pages long! No wonder I don't wanna go back and proofread that shyt. The thought of going back and tweaking it is driving me to the damn Moscato at night. I feel like I am editing a movie script.
But I will finish it though. I have to....
...because it helps me breathe.
And right now I feel like I can't.
