choo choo goes the thought train.

stream of consciousness.

How does a housewife get so desperate?

It is a feeling of being trapped. A feeling as though you’ve stepped into a quagmire of quicksand and are slowly sinking to your doom. There is no escape. The only person that could possibly save you is the person who is, in effect, drowning you. And they don’t even know they’re doing it. Or maybe they do know, but in their own selfish attempts to ensure that they are never alone, they do not–they can not– care if they bring you down along with them.

/stream.

I’ve not written nearly as much as I should have written thus far on my novel. But I’m finding that despite this, nearly every situation I encounter in my daily life becomes an inspiration. It just goes to show me that if I created more, I would be more creative. That’s all for now… I should go write 😛