Time Gets Away

So I've learned a few things these past couple weeks. I don't sleep. Not necessarily a bad thing, though it can be frustrating at times. Thinking if I can't sleep, why do I have so few blogs lately?

I have nothing to say, maybe.

Nah... I have lots to say. But I'm trying to get them out in the form of award-winning horror stories. That's not working out so well either.

Not that I'm writing bad stories... I've written quite a few these past few weeks that are really good, they just need a little TLC to be ready for submission.

Now back to not sleeping. If I'm up all night why aren't I revising my works in the wee hours of the morning? I keep letting time get away from me. I jump online with the intention of answering e-mail, updating the fine people at the Absolute Write Water Cooler, playing around on Facebook for a couple minutes, then doing my writing.

But I spend a considerable amount of time on games, AW posts, uploading rock videos to my FB page, then I realize I need to do the dishes and laundry and get my wife's work clothes ready, and make her a lunch. Next thing I know Time got away and it's time for my daughter to wake up. Anyone trying to write award-winning stories while a one-year-old little girl runs around knows what I'm talking about.

Then there's my eight-year-old son. He's great, don't get me wrong, but every three point two seconds he's updating me on his baseball cards, Yu-Gi-Oh! cards, Pokemon cards, or it's problems with friends I have to deal with. If I ever get a book published it will certainly be at the loss of a lot of hair.

I love my family, tomorrow I celebrate four years, nine months of sobriety, and I wouldn't change any of this for the world.

But it can be soooooooooooo difficult to remember why I love my life.