Writer's Cramp

Been doing a lot of writing that's going to be eventually be put into music. But I think I'm going to buy copyright before sharing on my blog.

Love how the mind explodes and ralphs harmoniously with my my tapping fingers. There is a novel in progress at the mean time. But for the same reasons as described in the first paragraph, will hold off sharing. Naturally, my own requisite for putting one together was that it has to have an island setting.

Tomorrow I'm spending the day in Payson with a close friend. It's a two hour drive that needs to happen since it seems like a century ago that we last laughed and shared our beautiful and ugly human sentiments of life. Trying to get Felicia to go with me. I s'pose I should give her a buzz to find out for sure ASAP because tomorrow will come with just a blink of an eye.

I grow with positively anxious anticipation as the waiting game has begun. Michael started submitting his resume. I have my druthers for the ideal-y next move. But all the required pieces have yet to fall in their perfect place of ingredient. Mum's the word. However, a handful of locally treasured friends have been informed.

I've grown tired and weary of this place. But that's developed over time. Hubster's talents should be suppressed no longer and neither should my overflowing need for getting out of this dry air and back into humidity. My skin and lungs grow weary of the desert. Now that I've learned/experienced a few more painful things about humanity and it's effect on so called friendships, the time for new ones in a new geographic region is long overdue. Mike's talents need to be stretched. I need and anxiously pine for....not this place. A new place to re-strategize the development of new social and circles.