I hate being so busy that I can't write! I hate that there seems to be far too few hours in my day to accomplish all that must be done! I despise that all my deep thoughts are forced to share time with laundry, grocery shopping, house cleaning, bill paying, dropping off kids, picking up sick kids, calling and waiting on hold for child support services, standing in line at the DMV, cooking, homework, study and driving in rush hour traffic. Oh sure I get on Facebook, but Facebook requires little or no thought. To post some random bit of nonsense that pops into my head, or to click through at 4 per second, the pics your friends posted of the party you weren't invited to is effortless. I love keeping up with friends and sharing pieces of my life with them but what really satisfies me is writing.
I love writing about the things that wrap themselves around my bones and hold me captive till I've purged them through the written word. I've got a subject I've been wanting to write for some years and now is when I really need to write it. To write it tho I need solitude. No interruptions! So when will I find, no, make the time to do so? I don't know? Until that time arrives when I've vested all my enemies and have freed myself from responsibility or at least stolen freedom temporarily, I'll write a rant about not writing.
