I know that time is perceived as a linear thing, but it’s not. It’s messy and filled with snarls. To make matters worse, it seems to compress and speed up the older I get. I don’t think I have enough brain cells to wrap my mind around this paradox.
NaNoWriMo came to an end. I came out with a very solid draft of Slash & Burn, now it’s time to find my plot bunnies and grammar mines. I think this time around, I have a firmer grasp on the process. It doesn’t mean it will be easier (of course not).
Instead of having an entire acrobatic troop, it’s just me spinning a bazillion plates. Plates in the air, shattered on the ground, flying away, and dropping on my head. That is my life. I’m considering wearing a helmet full-time. Alas, klutz is not a reason to buck the corporate dress code.
The road is long and the unrealistic expectations for my life are set just shy of ridiculous. Cause, that’s the way I roll.
I’ll keep spinning my plates to keep my momentum. Without a doubt, the plates will come crashing down. I’ll simply get new ones.
Write on my friends, it’s the only way to quell the voices in my head.