Its a quiet Thursday evening with the space heater on full. Waiting on the weekend like most folk do. This evening i had a fight with a pot of rice that wouldn’t boil at any heat due to our altitude, blasted piece of horse shit. Our oil lamps are lighted and warming our night though however, so all is not lost. At the moment i’m trying to knit all my current projects before Christmas and sadly i’m not a very fast knitter, at this point im flogginga dead horse but i refuse let it beat me. The project i want to work on is put on hold for the one i should be working on. Lately I’ve started playing bass and piano again which is clearing out all the gunk thats been hiding in the corners of my mind. People have told me often to pick one thing and focus on that, but i don’t understand how i’m supposed to do such a thing. Having tried a few times i’ve found that more impossible than simply juggling all my interests on my shoulders. Today at work i had another great day of writing, a full 7 hours i believe i managed to write. Slowly but surely the story is completing itself, a myth i had heard tell of but until lately never experienced. At this point it doesn’t feel like the story needs me for much longer and that i am simply a pawn while it takes over.
Have a good night.