Nothing to say

This seems to be the theme surrounding my life. I find that I really have NOTHING to say. I stick my foot in my mouth by saying what I am really thinking, and the head to hand connection is not my friend as of late either. That being said. I am keeping this post short. The vision of what it should be and the reality of what I am capable of is disconnected, ugly, and frustrating.

The end.

Dwindling

My motivation peaked and suffered this week.

I'm subbing.

I'm bored.

I finished two more chapter--which for me is an amazing feat in just a few days.

And...I'm spent.

The Other Stuff

As I have read posts from those who write, it is evident that the reality of life clouds in and upsets the creative. Right now, I am no exception. The focus: finding a teaching job. The cloud: my absolute fear that I won't find one again.

Maybe I should write about it. Yeah, I know, I am a genius.