Thursday, June 23, 2011

ballad

No more projects, I tell myself. You have enough and to some it may seem you are burying yourself in insurmountable tasks. Why are you burying yourself?

well, how can I not? when those things came up they just felt like the right things to do.


Feeling huh? How much thinking was involved?



well.

No. Seriously.



enough?

Hm.

Shea, there's a pile of Billy Sue poop on the living room floor. You think you could maybe go pick that up?




yeah, I'll do that.

No. Now. Not later.




now? This is writing time. I'm writing right now. And then I have those other stories to write.

Now.




okay.



Hello, Mom. At some point in my life you got in my head. Congratulations and thank you.

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