Measuring Want and Wanton

It’s been difficult of late. Wouldn’t say I’ve got writer’s block, though the ideas aren’t necessarily overflowing. Time. Time is too short or too long: restricted or deceived of opportunity.

I’ve moved to Chicago, started a new job, read A LOT, then got caught up in Only Murders in the Building and The Sandman (oh, yeah - and Stranger Things). It’s been a waiting game for news on sub. Truthfully, haven’t allowed it to phase me much. I trust my agent and she’s always responsive (and has been killing it lately!), so it’s patience for now.

Tiredness dictates most of the decisions I make nowadays. That and the length of computer staring I’m already subjected to in my job. Hard to force the fingers to the keyboard after hours. Plus, there’s soccer and the consistent shuffle of kids from place to place. There’s the train. Not sure why I’ve been opposed to writing during my commute other than I cherish my reading time.

NaNoWriMo is coming up but if time is already a challenge…

Speak to me as if I’m wholly yours

Prodigal, returning, expected home

Fingers should be comfortable

Make them so

Indented warmth in spaces meant for mine

So I may seamlessly step back into the world I’ve lost

And found

I treat you better when I don’t notice