Just to let you know - I've been yelled at by friends for not updating this more often. Being that my friends now live all over the world - this is one of the cheapest and time efficient ways we can stay up on eachother's life - so even though this Blog is about me as a writer - it is also about me as a friend. Hope you enjoy!!!
It's 10:49 pm and I wanted to write today I did - but I had some technical difficulties - 1 - I put my car in the shop to get the brakes done and boom - they can't get the hood open. Plus they say the transmission is going.
2. I decided to open my mail (it kind of piles up) and one talking 'bout I owe 1400 dollars in property taxes for Prince Williams county - I haven't lived in that county since 2004 - whatever - and lets not talk about the fact that they just garnished my check for $500 for 2002 taxes. What's up - can I get some notice. But seeing as I never open my mail which also got me in some other trouble.
3. Today the mortgage loan people called about the new property we're buying. looks like my credit score went down due to a late victoria secret payment and some damn library books that I haven't returned that went to collections. We're talking about $88 ruining my dang near perfect score.
4. I call Courtney to tell him what's up and we get in an arguement over the phone over the stupid investment.
I wanted to drink myself into oblivion. It seems like everything is going wrong - falling apart. I wanted to lose myself in a movie but didn't feel like going to a movie or blockbuster and my damn HBO on demand wasn't working because of the weather - and then I was going to print off some pages from my manuscript and found I was out of ink. But its okay - I got inside my car with the hood that won't open and the transmission that may go anyday now - and went to staples. Came home changed out the ink and my printer is not working.
So its now 10:56 and I ain't write shit today. Everything is out to get me - I feel like I'm losing it all one material thing at a time.
But do know my manuscript is 84,365 words long. A lot of words but I have no idea if any of it makes sense. It seems that this deep in the process - I have no idea if what I'm doing is even making sense anymore. At this point in the game I don't even know if my life is making sense anymore.
Hey you think I can afford a Beamer or Benz as my next ride???
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