I need more time. More time in the day. More time to write. More time to think, to read, to reflect. I’ve got to get moving on my writing. It’s time for a new screenplay, time to finish my play, time to start the new novel. It’s always the hardest part, this starting. But I have to start. For the sake of my sanity. Because I didn’t travel hundreds and hundreds of miles west to stop where I am. I’ve got good people on my side, though. Family, friends, faith. All of that Ned Flan-diddly-anders stuff. I believe. And I know people believe in me. And that’s enough to get me through.
Enough whining. Time for me to write.