Cyn is starting the 3-day novel right nowish… Wow… I’m so impressed that she can do that, that she’s done it more than once even. I can’t even finish more than a page or two of a short story, and she’s writing an entire novel. In three days. Damn, that takes guts. I don’t think, as things are right now, that I could do it.
If I had a whole year off, what would I do with it? Would I learn things? Would I concentrate on creating? Would I sit on my computer 18 out of 24 hours a day? What would I do? Will I ever know? Probably not… Sometimes I’m so jealous of that. Except that I know I couldn’t deal with not doing anything for very long… I’d just sink and sink and sink until I couldn’t swim back out of the hole. Doing nothing doesn’t go over well with me… not at all.
Still, I’m jealous. *sigh* Why am I always so responsible? I guess if I wasn’t, no one would be. Someone has to take care of me, and that’s my job.
Of all the people you will ever love in a lifetime, the only one you can never lose is yourself…