Down the Rabbit Hole

A tight coil

I haven't written for days, actually, if you eliminate this ridiculous excuse for a blog, its been months. Today I came home with my thoughts racing and my emotions in a tight coil inside me. I wanted to write something, work on something that could become credible, that would become something....have a beginning and middle and an end instead of the pedestrian stuff I've been producing. I know I can write better and I know the best of what I can do is still locked inside me, trapped by a "too long of a day" excuse or by guilt from pursuing such a solitary pursuit while my fiance has patiently been waiting for me to come home and spend time with him. The "I haven't got time" excuse is beginning to wear thing and the thing inside me that needs to write, that aches to write is growing restless and despondant. This weekend I actually heard myself voicing all the reasons why I couldn't send some of my pieces to a friend who works in the industry. Like I had better things to do with my time than working towards possibly being published?! Foolish of me.