I am wrapped up in life lately, and it’s been a fairly distorting experience. I’ve managed to stay away (for the most part) from toxic internet venues, but now and then, I slip. I’m human. It’s hard for me to understand why some people feel the way they do, and oftentimes I give them more credit than they deserve. Most of the time, I’m not skeptical enough of their motives. Then when I’m too skeptical, I look in the mirror and see a tin foil hat upon my head… there’s no winning – so why bother?
So, while having extra money and putting food on the table is no doubt gratifying…I feel empty. I’ve done well at work and being the co-dependent personality that I am, I often function better when I make others happy. While that may carry some level of nobility, I always manage to find some sort of self loathing in everything I do. So I decided that some bona-fide thought experiments were in order. The results were deafening – if I chose to listen. I miss my book. I miss my characters. I miss writing. Will I ever finish what I started?