While on a break from the fever-swamp, I’m really wishing I was writing something other than writing about wanting to write.
Circular, I know. I’ve been reading a lot lately, and I’m reading the first works of a few of you out there. I will be reviewing a bunch of books soon, probably because I’ll be finishing them all about the same time.
It’s just nice to see others out there in the struggle, trying to be seen.
After this flurry, I’m becoming a one-book person. I feel like a literary schizoid doing it this way.
Master Of None 
Can definitely relate…all I can think about right now is “Wish I’d finally write about….” or “Wish I’d finish the draft about…” :). But am working on either? Nope :). Looking forward to the book reviews and your other musings!
Thank you so much! And thank you so much for joining the small, but ever-growing cite drop of commenters!
I read your blog everyday, by the way.
I went downtown with three of my children and got a large kombucha on tap at Uncommon Grounds mixed with ginger. Then I sat at the outdoor seating and watched people go by. What that has to do with your post I know not what, but I wrote it anyway.
Thus–it has everything to do with this.