The other night I was thinking about all my hopes and dreams and the things that I wish for myself in life…and I realized that all the things I want in this life, the true passions that I have are all related to writing. Why is it, then, that I have so little time for my one passion in life? I mean, I like doing this and doing that, but the only thing my stomach churns and my heart pounds and my brain starts racing about is writing. I keep thinking that I want to do things and all my dreams are centered on something that I must write to do. So, why is it that I have no time for it? Why have I been given this consuming thought with no release? I guess I’ll just have to figure out a way to quit thinking about it, hmm? My writing will get me nowhere and my dreams are simply ridiculous.
*sigh*
- posted by orang-utan @ 8/25/2003 10:41:16 PM
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