I wish I could save time in a bottle, and give myself extra moments during the day. Since Saturday, 2-16-08, I've worked 3-13 hour days and 2-8 hour days at the restaurant. I'm exhausted. I come home at night and want to pass out. But I have emails to write/answer, and pages to write.
Ah, the life of the unpublished fiction writer. We must make a living and etch out time and space for our tall tales. The tales actually keep me sane.
Off to do research for my suspense novel.
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