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I need a tape-recorder. The thoughts that run through my brain are far more articulate than what I eventually end up producing on paper. In trying to write my novel, I have found that I get "writer's block" when I actually sit down to type. But I often tell parts of stories in my mind, as if my life were being narrated to me [think Stranger Than Fiction]. These stories are far more entertaining and well-told than what I end up typing out. Maybe that means I am not practiced enough, or maybe I am just not a good writer...but either way, I want to share my story the way I see it, with the same details that only I know. It's frustrating me.

After returning from a lovely trip in CA of beaches, whale watching and fantastic fresh fish entrees, I feel like I am ready for Spring to roll on in. I am just ready, for whatever. I am so busy all the time, I feel like time passes by without me even tipping my hat as its on its way out. I have been thinking about new projects I want to work on, new ways to finish the ones I am already working on, and ways to get rid of negative habits I feel so awfully inclined to entertain.

I also wish I could make more money. poop. it's unlikely. I want to have more cushioning so I can buy things I want, though right now I barely have enough to buy things I need. I do not realistically have time for another job. grrr. oh well, such is life.