I write. Maybe not well. And certainly not fast. It's hard for me. Bits and pieces of a story,
flashes, like excerpts from a movie, flow through my mind. I can’t help it. But
it is extremely difficult to knit them all into a coherent narrative.
Much of the problem is a matter of self-discipline,
or lack thereof. My day job is boing. It pays the bills, but lacks any sense of
fulfillment. Sometimes I feel as if I must suffer from ADD. As
I try to work the images drive out all other thoughts, and little productive
gets accomplished. I try to take a few minutes to write, but the words just won’t
come.
But I’m getting better.
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