Trying to blog at work is like trying to tame a bull in a china closet.
Some things just aren't going to happen. But. I try.
I'm in a weird space right now. I'm trying to chalk it up to me being an artist and needing chaos around me.
My Type-A personality hates chaos but the writer in me needs it to focus all of that energy.
Its like studying with music blaring in your ears so that you can concentrate.
I need to get my shit together because I feel like an ash-bucket. Like one of those snot-nosed kids that just sit in the middle of the street and cry.
I've gained weight. Arrgh!
So, does this mean that I'll be a world-reknowned author but be heavy and scatter-brained??