It hurts sometimes to take what I need. To pull away from someone who needs so much because if I keep answering that call I will have nothing left for me. I've reached some limits; trying to do my best while living for my next day off. Saying no to some people while struggling to get others back into my life on a regular basis.
Life cannot be all work and doing for others. This is the only one I have.
An acquaintance asked me today if I was still writing. I need to give my writing life back to myself.
Is The Cafe a novel waiting to happen? Will Josepha be personalized? Or Lal find herself in the mundane excerices of her research?
Everything is just here. Probability through annihilation.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
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