Not just about a girl.

I’m busy. There is something going on every day of every week. I know how I got into this mess but I can’t remember what possessed me to get there. Sometimes it’s bigger than me, and sometimes it’s not. I have lots of worries that are so petty I don’t like to mention them. AKA write them down. I don’t mind talking about them with others, but I don’t really get advice. Or I don’t wait for it. I’m just going. It’s not a good pace to adopt.

Blogs are writing a lot about nothing. Why are we so interested?

The future has a lot in store for me. Which is spectacular. I have lots of hope and faithfulness and confidence in what is bigger and wider and deeper than myself, since yesterday I had nothing short of a miracle. I found my sunglasses in a spectacular way. Only after I gave up with a very heavy heart did I find them. Which is often the way it’s supposed to work. You’ve got to let go to hold something again. In this case it’s very minor.

I’ve never procrastinated this much in my life. I’ve never written as much in my life as I’ve had to in the past weeks. I’m exhausted from being exhausted. But I’m also inspired. I’m writing in all my books and forgetting to lock my car and getting frustrated with medical TV shows and playing Clue at midnight. I have discovered that when I try to play games, I don’t win. But if I kind of blindly just play without strategy, I conquer. It’s a shame, because Clue is fun when you try. But then I don’t win. I need to get to a point where I have almost more fun when I lose. It’s a crazy concept.

I wish I could just lift the whole world and tip it upside down. But that has already been insured against, because the world is a sphere. And gravity rocks. So does geology. Ha. Ha. Ha.

I need to write a scene about a pizza place. Yes, I am advanced.