Why Can’t I, Hold All These Stories?? (A Meme Monday Presentation).

So, remember my buddy Erasmus and what he had to say about the desire to write growing with writing? Well, these stories in my head, they are like limes:

Lately, especially today, after a freak storm with hail and lightning and possibly cows flung through the air at an alarming rate sent me home from work early only to have the inclement weather clear into bright sunshine with happily singing birds, I have had so many things I want to write. It’s wonderful. It’s the Opposite of Writer’s Block. It’s the Antithesis of a Dry Spell. It’s the veritable Fountain of Verbose Youth, ever-flowing with the refreshing crystalline waters of creativity. It’s glorious, it’s superb, I could not feel luckier, if it was not for just one thing.


There’s not enough time to write all of this! Yesterday was definitely one of those days when I stayed up much later than I should have to satiate this gnawing addiction to writing. I know that I have tomorrow to look forward to as a day without an interruption from The Real Job, but it seems so far away! Being able to do what I’ve been doing today, writing and reading and blogging a little bit here and there to bolster my platform is definitely I can see myself committing to as a career. It almost seems like a dream to think that, one day, I just might be able to make enough off of just putting out books, promoting them, and continuing to write up a storm.

I think I can get there. One day. I already have so many great ideas and I can’t wait to write them out. I’ve already got one book published, and there’s so much more in store for me. It’s almost astonishing to me, how I’m finally doing it, I’m finally taking those steps to becoming the author I’ve always wanted to be. It’s almost like a drug; I get this rush from writing and seeing things progress toward the next step, which I know now, thanks to Bowlful of Bunnies, has the potential to be incredibly successful.

Yay writing! Now if only I didn’t have this pesky “work” thing interrupting….



  1. Indeed there will be time …
    There will be time, there will be time
    To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
    There will be time to murder and create,
    And time for all the works and days of hands
    That lift and drop a question on your plate;
    Time for you and time for me,
    And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
    And for a hundred visions and revisions,
    Before the taking of a toast and tea.

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