JaneQ

writing should be like breathing- like wanting air- or needing it to live. I know that when I write the world and my head make sense; when I don’t write the world is indecipherable and my head noisy and big, nuerotic and vague.

I want to write every day, no matter what- even when my house is noisy and my eyes bleery and my hands numb and buzzing from carpal tunnel. I want every excuse to ultimately turn to dust because I must write to live

An uneasy relationship. I try not to think about it too much and still eat ice cream once in awhile.
I don’t think it’s working out so well.
The diabetes wants more attention and I’ll just have to try that for awhile. I’d like to feel healthier and not be afraid of what the blood sugar reading will be…

It shouldn’t seem so impossible. The stuff of fantasy. Child Abuse is common, so every day we don’t even flinch collectively. It is a part of our culture that should not be- Every instance should startle us, kick in our outrage.
We need to get mad and stay mad, never get comfortable with the on-going damange, generation after generation of children.