Write On

Haven’t posted much writing on the blog. Haven’t been posting many pictures lately, either, I’ve been writing and find it hard to switch gears. Seems that I’m writing in my head even when I’m not writing on paper or on the computer.
I’ve been thinking a lot, too.

I’m writing my book.  It’s hard to look at my time of being sick and under treatment with out reliving feelings and doing some self-excavation.

When I was under treatment, feeling bombarded with chemicals; feeling defeated and having no control, I felt that I had to tread water. Treading water is not enough anymore. I have to swim to shore to save my life. Jeesh. And this body isn’t working well. I want to whine now. I have a long list of complaints. It’s good to be writing....