When I'm finally given a moment's peace my mind is only on one thing lately. Sometimes the feeling is so strong I can't even get it into actual words within my mind. I wish for something so hard and while I know my efforts are for naught, I don't stop. How can a simple piece of fiction, that isn't even at full completion yet, become so much a part of me that I can't live without it? One part of me feels beyond silly but the other part seems to know better.
I'm just waiting out the minutes before it's bedtime for the kids and then hopefully tonight there's an Angel on my side.