And, yet I Write

Nothing in life has changed, and yet I continue to write. Thoughts flow through my head like the waterfall over the Niagara and I must pen it.
YES, I said, pen. It is my mode of securing my thoughts. I wake at 2-3a in the morn fighting off sleep and the voices clambering to be heard. After all, I am a writer. In word and deed if not in finances.
So, I must go now and do some marketing. It is Manic Monday Marketing day.

Pounding Pavement

Okay, so school is out for summer. That means no more in home care giving I must find an outside job. I hate job searching.

living without power-day 10

So, today a little power returned. I breath cool refreshness. I am happy and yet sad. Another piece of me...my life had to be sacrificed. True it was only a thing, but everything is a piece of you. A tiny substance that holds you together. Today some power returned.

living without power-days 4-7

Learned a bowl of water resting on the removable grill burner of the stove above four candles can heat and cook. Amazing. Being without power is can be more than a pyhsical thing. It manifest into mental where in which you can lose yourself. If one is not careful the reign ofpower can easily be placed in the hands of another. Even without poweryou must control your own destiny. Don't sell yourself or your items short just so the light will shine for you again. Bad doesn't last forever. At least that's what they say.