Lately I am so agitated with the election and the economic crisis, I can't sit still and concentrate on doing any real work on my writing.
I'm participating in a reading challenge in October and I'm a little worried about my contribution because as I just mentioned, I'm distracted at the moment.
I am annoyed and embarrassed that I haven't been to any Obama rallies largely because of my stupid work schedule and limited transportation. History is passing me by. I feel like a phony. It's not enough to only read obsessively online and to write about how I feel. Pretty whiny, I know.
I wish I were writing something polished tonight. Not going to happen. Just a raw confession.
Lastly, jealous of January's weekend at Dodge. Glad she's writing about it and I'm hoping to be there next year.