This ain’t no party, darlings, nor is it a disco. This ain’t no foolin’ around.
Oh, how I wish that I could just walk away from work and get done what I want to get done.
I’ve been trying to keep to a schedule, and I was doing okay until the last two days. Not that I didn’t get anything done, darlings, just not the things I wanted to get done. I guess it’s good to be flexible, but the point was for me to make time for all of the things that I wanted to do.
In my defense, it’s actually work (as in, the thing I do for money, honey) that’s kept me too busy to write everything I’ve wanted to (yeah, I write at work — what of it?).
I am determined to keep trying rather than giving up. Tomorrow is supposed to be Swamp Thing Thursdays (which I missed last week, but did give you all 2 stories the week before) and so I’m going to drag Jessica out of her dark corner and see if I can’t convince her to write a piece she’s been telling me about called “Conversations with Monsters”, which is a continuation of where she left off last time.
She’ll have to take over, because me? I ain’t got time for that now.