I'm supposed to be writing which, okay on an old fashioned typewriter had to be hard enough, but writing on something superior to a television in terms of distraction is just about torturing me and so I wandered over to Facebook where I started looking at photos from the Obama rally election night downtown. They were taken with my(not so great)camera but I never really looked at them carefully and as I was noticing the lack of my face within the collection of pictures(to be fair-there was one of the back of my head)my Uncle Paul from Colorado pops up in an instant chatting bubble thing and I thought: Captured! Slacking off!
There's something frightening about writing. There's something that makes it easier not to expose your thoughts or (gulp) yourself. My writing teacher says you have to be the opposite of what makes you successful in life and that is, you have to be without appropriate boundaries and for someone who has had such a hard time constructing them, I'm finding it difficult.
Not quitable. Just struggley. I am not complaining tho. I realize quite well that I whine from a position of whatchamacallit. Privilege.
Back to work.