my limit? my limit is currently two hours. then two hours more this afternoon. then I'll owe myself, what? 12 hours.
and I won't let my husband come in the room to vacuum, and I won't let him hug me when I pop out to the loo and wash my hands. because then I'd start talking to him, or putting dishes away. and there is no time for this stupid writing shit. and no one wants to read it and even my best stories no one has wanted to publish.
but I want it. and my heart has been knotted for many years now. there are things wrong in my gut and at 3 in the morning sometimes I ask myself what on earth I've been doing for the last 20 years.
the bug is blue.