I have so much crap just tumbling through my brain. I want to read but then I stop to see the kids spell on t.v. back to book..have to take the dog out..back to book...have to jot something on the twitter... oooh there's a link I want to read...now post to facebook...back to book... I really need to post something on the blog...today went pretty well even though I was nervous to talk faith in front of the priest the weather was beautiful....I need to sleep but I'm wound up...what's going on tomorrow oh my goodness it's Friday... I have to do x, y, and z... and oh crap! hafta do progress reports and and and and
I could really keep going. My brain feels like it's going a mile a minute. There are issues that I'm dwelling on. In one corner I'm thinking about what to take to ma & pa's this weekend. deep sigh. and all the other Same old $#!^ .
There are somethings that I wish I could just push out of my brain - I don't want to think about them. I don't want to dwell on this or that or the other. God! I need things to work out the way I have planned. Could use some peace of mind. Will mull on this image.
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Hi there, we met up on the Deacon's Bench a while back in the com box.
Again, I must say that some of your blog posts sound like they're coming from my brain, this one sounds like one of my nights.
Take care,
Maria
good to know someone else has these nights
Yes... it is. I tell you, I live so much in my head. It's part of being a creative person I think. When I'm not plotting scenes in my fiction, I'm wrestling with my own anxieties and worries, which are definitely not as much fun as the angst and drama of my stories.
I also think that because I write and make up stories, real life stresses tend to seem a whole lot worse for me.
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