Here in the real world life has been hectic and it’s taking its toll on the amount I’ve been writing. So sad that I can’t get my imagination pumping. I think the article writing has snipped a little of that away as well, as I research and do my best to stick to facts. I think I am in need of a weekend alone, where my daydreams can become my reality if only for a short while. Some time where I can slip into the ether of unrealness, and turn my nightmares into a novel that would stand against Mr.Kings. Note…dreams! I know I don’t stand a chance. Just finished Under the Dome. 1074 pages of Mr. King at his finest. Might have a little something to do with my lack of writing lately as well. A fantastic read that I couldn’t put down. Highly recommend it, especially if you were a fan of The Stand.