Time is ticking.
I’m not sure why, but I feel like I’m on a deadline.
Like I have to get something finished before certain things happen.
Maybe it’s my move.
Maybe my big trip to Florida.
Maybe it’s just my brain.
I’ve started working an hour a day on writing. I would like to bring that back up to two hours, but it’s been a hectic couple of weeks.
But I have to keep writing.
And I HAVE to keep reading.
It makes me a better writer. Makes me feel more inspired.
Now I just have to beat this clock. The life clock maybe? I don’t know.
But I gotta get my ass in gear.
I’m a writer. I should take it more seriously.
All my girlfriends tell me that they often fantasize about “a hot guy with great abs falling in love with me”
Or
“A guy who is smart enough to carry on a conversation”
I fantasize about getting an awesome agent, and selling my books. I think about it every day.
Not that I don’t want a guy with great abs…. I just think I would rather have a book.
But that’s nerdy me.
And it’s something I can make happen
Throwing Up Words 