I find myself wondering if I will ever be able to write all that is residing in my mind.
Crippled by procrastinating, anxious, thoughts of inadequacy, and disabled by the constant drain of daily life that is work, traffic, home responsibilities, study and the expectations I place on myself as a friend, aunt, partner, pet owner and writer, I tire myself into inaction.
What will it take to free myself of these burdens and unleash the flow of words that are just waiting to pour out of my head?
Damn you Virginia Woolf and your “Room of One’s Own”! I don’t have that luxury!!!
There are not enough hours in the day to read all that I would like to, and then to go on and write as ideas spring to mind whenever and wherever they occur…
Oh to be free to read and write, and do nothing else!!!