Oy, right now, mostly ebb. I’m sitting here knowing that I should be writing, it’s the time of day, the hour I reserve, when I should be working on Brave Men Run.
That takes some energy, though, especially since I’m in the last third of the book and things are cooking… it’s physically draining to write this part of the book, at least it is if I intend to do it right. And I intend to do it right.
It’s tough to find the energy to do the things I want to do… this is an old song I’m singing, I know, but it’s a melody that keeps getting stuck in my head! I know I can’t up and quit my job, and if I did, I’d have to replace it with another one, right? There’s no living off of my art, not yet, not for me. So I have to find the energy.
Right now, I don’t have it. So I sit and blog to you, dear reader(s), and when I’m done with this and the time is gone, I’ll be a little frustrated and feel the pressure of time and an empty legacy on the back of my neck and in my gut.
If you’re a philanthropic person with an extra fifty grand, here I am, man. I’m ready.