Signing off..

This journal thing is too much. Writing is sometimes too much. I feel as if I'm always under pressure lately, or forgetting things. I could be because of the new job and long commute, but I don't know.

Most of the time, I spend seated at my computer trying to justify why I'm trying to write when I feel like my brain is one big constipated mess, frankly.

I'm missing important dates, bills are piling up that I can't pay or that I'm trying to pay in time enough to avoid shut off. It's given me migraines again and made me want to do nothing more than sleep. When I'm not sleeping in what little free time I have, I'm ignoring or forgetting those I care about and letting time slip away.

I'm ready to simply bury my head in the sand and not come out. If life is a game, I'm failing at it badly. Very badly.

This is my last entry here. One less pressure to do something, one less thing to remember in the ever growing list of things I keep forgetting or that I'm too brainless to keep up with.

Creative roll of the dice

I'm now buried ass deep in my novel and it's hardcore science fiction and coming out in fits and starts. I've never written in first person, third person present. Very challenging.

I'd originally started it because of Nanowrimo but the novel has decided that it will not be put on a deadline, so that's all out the window.

I'm also writing frightfully out of sequence and hoping that eventually everything will be a cohesive whole in the end. Not sure how long it will be. Too early to tell.

Still waiting on on whether Neo-opsis will accept my fantasy tale. The slush editor told me she was forwarding it to the senior editor. I'll query in another week or so...hasn't really been that long and I know they tend to take their time.

Still no word from Insiduous Reflections. *sigh*

Back to make more pages...