It’s no secret that I’m not fond of having to be an adult, or having to do adult things (like holding a job), but sometimes I feel as though people can get too consumed in the practical world and forget about those around them. Or, they get too consumed and then are either too exhausted or just plain forget what was they set out to do for the day because their jobs have literally ate the thoughts.
I’m starting to get those feelings, days have been blurring together and I have not forgot about what I’ve set out to do, I’ve just been too mentally drained to actually do it. I’m still working on revisions and I look back and realize “I have not posted anything here since January,” and fear people may think I’m dead. Well I’m not dead!
In fact, I’ve never been more alive until now. A few things I’m working on are a few short stories, polishing a flash fiction for the Wild Wierd West Contest that ends April 30th and still chugging away at revisions on my breaks at work. I think once things settle a little it will be a lot easier to get things taken care of how I want them to go.
