I know, I'm quiet.
But not just here, a bit of everywhere. I'm not too connected with anyone right now. I'm spending a lot of time in my head and playing with possibilities. I usually lose when I do, but I like to try.
Hell, I feel like the dogs are strangers lately. I wonder who's writing this? I'm not positive it's me.
There will be no excuses. There will be no sharing of the back stories I hope turn into songs. One aught to be a short story, but I keep reminding myself that I don't write short stories. Over and over I remind myself that if you wanna do something well, you have to do one thing. So I'm working on the writing and finding that the things you chase run away. I know to be patient. I know it comes. I'm watching myself disappear in the process, but I think with enough practice I could be good at waiting. For now, I'm doing a lot of dishes, A LOT of policy writing and copy editing at work, a lot of driving, a lot of thinking and a (very) little bit of sleeping.
I hope this isn't some kind of bitching. I'm happy. Just in a way that looks very vulnerable and over sensitive. I'm bitchy. I'm absent. I'm fine.
Be home soon. Guess it's time to break the news over at the other place.
See you soon, I hope.