Isn’t it amazing how time slips away from us?
My fiance bought Ted Dekker’s new book for me a few weeks ago, and signed the front of it that she was thrilled to give me a chance to relax and enjoy a good book (one I wanted to read for a change, instead of the forced grad school consumption).
Two weeks later, I haven’t had a chance to turn the first page. I was hoping for that tonight, but no such luck.
I’m so busy working and working and working at job that I hate in order to pay for my last (thank God!!!!) semester of school and a wedding that I haven’t time to breathe, read, or, worst of all, write. What I wouldn’t give for a chance to just sit down and brainstorm some things (like this really cool short story idea I have) or (gasp, could it be possible…) maybe get some work and sell something. Hopefully, enough that I can leave the job I currently have to pay the rent.
Unfortunately, I still have to pay said rent until I sell enough articles/plays/stories/whatever to pay it that way.
Which leads me back to a connundrum.
What I wouldn’t give for some time!!!