You know, I’m sitting here in bed, with my sweet dude snoring beside me even though the light is on because I don’t have a light on my nightstand and he was sleepy and I wasn’t and he’s sweet… where was I? Oh yeah I’m sitting here reading about writing and thinking of what my new therapist was saying when she was trying to get me to do something… I feel like I can commit to writing on a daily basis a little at a time. I need to ease myself into writing being my work. If I can write or revise for 10 minutes a day for a week and then pump it up to 15 for a week, and then 20 and so forth, then certainly I’ll GET there right? And definitely some days I’ll go past my ten minutes and some days 10 minutes will feel like pulling molars but still I can do ten minutes. Fucking hold me to this guys. I need to get my shit together and decide if this is what I want for myself.