No Writing=Insanity + Pain

Is it really almost March?

My goodness-where did the time go?

Have moved all the boxes and most of the furniture out to the Pack-Rat pod; now living out of bins and on paper plates and plastic wares.  Hubby has left us behind to go on to North Dakota to start his new job.  My son and I need to stay with the house ’till it sells.

I hope it sells soon.  It sucks having our family separated like this.

Now that things have “quieted” down some-I can focus a little on writing.

Not being able to write for long periods has been painful.  I feel so pent-up and frustrated.  I find myself daydreaming more and more as an outlet to the “real” world.

As a writer, I need my imaginary worlds!   Without them, I’d be in a nut-house!

Wait a minute…that’s right, I’m already nuts 🙂