Choices...

Wow. I haven’t written in a while, have I?
These past few days have certainly been hectic…30 hour calls, then parties overnight, then more calls, then more parties….work hard play hard, right? Ha. Not sure if I’m really managing. Gonna try to cool off over the next few days.

I only just realized, the quality of SOME of the stuff I write (like my book) depends on how much hardship I’m goin through at that time. For what I’m to be remembered by to be any good, I have to pay with my misery. To have a comfortable life means writing almost nothing that’s worth remembering. Has to be one or the other, can never have both, it seems.

Hell. I’ll take the life of misery over short-term comfort anyday. As long as this heartfelt crap I write is guaranteed to skyrocket into centuries, eons. Hah. Listen to me. A writing megalomaniac in the making.

Anyway, I’ll keep this one brief. On call again tomorrow, and after last nights party, I’m feeling like a sluggish zombie. (yeah, oxymoron right there)

Take care
Adios!