Haven't had time to write much lately…
Wrapped up in the grind of life…
Working two jobs for the first time in my life…
Was never healthy enough to manage that
For most of my adult life…
Now I am gladly going headlong into it…
There is a purpose…
There is a goal…
I have a reason to put in the effort…
She is my reason…
She fished me out of the water
At a time when I was drifting
At the mercy of the tides…
Reminded me that I was alive…
Awakened me with a kiss…
Now I work to eventually provide us a home…
I want her with me…
Every night…
Not just sometimes…
All the time…
Work mode, however, is different than
Creative mode…
There are still a thousand thoughts
Swirling around my head
At any given moment
And it is easy for me
To distract myself
With them…
Or run right off the tracks…
Focus isn't always easy…
Writing can order the thoughts,
But it takes real time…
And time, for us humans, is not infinite…
Eat, sleep, work…
There is more to it than that,
But sometimes more of this
And less of that
Is the temporary sacrifice
That has to be made…
Sleep has become somewhat of a luxury…
I ration it out
The best I can…
Opportunities will arise
In time…
Creative phases are a sine wave…
They move like biorhythms…
Like seasons changing…
Accelerating and decelerating
As they orbit
Responding to gravitational forces
And pressed upon
By the solar wind…
Falling through space…
Life can feel that way sometimes…
You can let it push you,
Or you can push back…
At just the right angle,
With just the right amount of force…
Like martial arts,
Be like water…
Many irons are in the fire
At the moment…
The creative mind is stretched
Like a spider's web…
Rooted onto multiple
Points of interest…
Trying to catch any new ideas…
Any creative innovations…
Vibrations in the web
Create anticipation…
And the entire web is vibrating…
What to eat first?
What new project needs to be
Consumed and digested?
Planning…
The web is the map…
It may look chaotic and unplanned
At first glance…
But the actual calculations
Have been precise…
Every thread
Deliberately placed…
Taking into account
Natural chaos
And the turning of Fortune's wheel…
Every detail has meaning…
Some things are meant to be…
Written in the tea leaves
Or a scattering of feathers and bones…
These things need the most work…
These things need the most attention…
These things are meant to be…
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