Hello all,
I'm reading the blog, but haven't been able to contribute. I'm having some kind of BR withdrawal or maybe its menopause. Upon my return home, I went immediately back to my routines of kids, work, tv. Writing just wasn't in there. I visited my Dad for a weekend and woke up wanting to write, so I did. How simple is that. It just isn't working in my own home. So I cry, because I want to be alone, but I love my family life. Its dumb really...I just need to change my routines. For now I feel stuck and blue and like a scratched dvd. (translate 'broken record'). This job I have has got to end. I just can't find the exit sign.