You know, life is short and there are all sorts of things that need to be done. I can't help but feel like I am quickly running out of time. Decisions need to be made. Yet this does not allow creativity to flow like I would really like it to. It really is frustrating for me at times like this.

Scheduling is not very condusive to the nature of creative flow. There is always something like a job or laundry or even cooking that gets in the way. These days, I'm finding it difficult to balance this stuff. Mostly because of a thing called a job. It's not specifically this job, it's just any job.

Times like this allow me to live in a place where I just want to throw caution to the wind and just end my relationship with full-time and stable employment. Up until now, I've been lucky to have loads of people with the common sense gene to pull me back into reality. Unfortunately, these days there are also those who allow me to drift off into the ether of artistic expression that suppresses my desire to make a proper living. It's a dangerous time for me. Why? Because when I open that box, I'm damned sure that I'll be unable to slam the lid down again. All the control in the world won't be able to stop it.

Hmmm. These thoughts sound like my brain right now. Full of fantasy thoughts - some dream-like and others just naughty. What's a girl to do?

Needless to say I've been wrestling with some personal demons this week and fortunately that has awakened my desire to write. After all, I can do no worse than some of the people out there who've had thing published...

That said, I'm not sure that this will mean increased posting activity. Probably not. It might be focussed into literary form and it might be this week that I attempt - once again - to write that book that is trying to break out from behind the shroud of safety.