There seems to be no end in sight to the things that keep me from what I would rather be doing. I am determined to get to the bottom of the pile of framing, and clean up the mess I call a frameshop, before I get to some of the other gottados so I can do the wannas.
At least I have been able to do a little reading and writing in between, considering these to be a "break" rather than giving them the full measure of importance and attention they deserve.
It’s clear that I will most appreciate the day when I can sit for a few hours with a book, or writing a story undisturbed by guilt for having left something yet undone.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology