Myself

A Failed Writing Whore

Each Monday I tell myself, today is the day to start the habit of blogging daily, and each Monday other things exert their power to steer me away. I often wonder if others steer me or it’s me.

When did the would be writer become a self satisfied book reader who now just dreams of writing? When did the fire to change the world, bring something new to the world, and fight for the oppressed turn into a yearning for the newest gadget, fighting to stay in a relationship and wondering if the best days of my life have gone by?

Sigh.

What did I do with my life? is the constant refrain in my head.

What did I do with my life? No answer…

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