I am struggling to find time to write, even though I have so many ideas scrambling through my head, I need some spare time to sit and just be quiet and write.
Then I find myself watching another episode of CSI Miami and it’s almost 1am but I just can’t seem to relax enough to go upstairs for bed.
We’ve been in the new house for a couple weeks now but it’s still so new – still not “home” yet. Moving twice in six months – first from my shared apartment to my parents’ house – then from my parents’ house to my new rental home…
The kids are adjusting fine – it’s me that has issues.
This is supposed to be my blog about writing – but since my work is inspired by real-life moments and feelings, this post fits.
Lounging on my new-to-me sofa last night I just kept watching TV. I wanted to move, wanted to get up and create something – but my desire for nothing overcame that.
A Desire For Nothing.