So many thoughts, and so little time.

I don't know how the intellectuals of the past did it.  Yes I do, that was a lie, sorry.  They were able to sit around and write without interference from another job.  Their JOB was to write.  If that was my job, I would be proliferate, seriously.  I have so many words racing around in my head, that it makes me dizzy,  I write novels and essays and screenplays in my head every day and all night long (while I'm busy not sleeping).  The problem is that I can't keep those thoughts in my head long enough to write them down.  OR ... they're gone before I wake up the next day.  It's grossly unfair that an entire opus can appear to me in the wee hours of the morning, but I don't have the mental strength to get up and write it out, not do I have the memory to sustain the ideas into the waking hours.

Oh well.

What's a girl to do but keep on teaching ideas which most people ignore and writing a blog which no one reads?

And then the pity stops and we move on to the writing.  When Stephen King tells me to carve out a space for myself and spend 10 hours a day writing, I want to punch him in his freakish mouth.  Who the fuck can do that?  (Published authors, who can sit around, that's who.)  I don't have time.  But here's the real deal:  maybe I don't have the ability to do anything.  Maybe I'm just lying to myself so I feel better.

Okay, so this isn't helping, I'm signing off.