Odd statement, but all I am trying to say is becoming is a hard thing to do. I get up at 3:30 Am each morning to work on my book. I write to 7:00 Am and then head to my full time job that pays the bills. Usually I am home around 4:30 PM. It is a high stress job so usually I am beat. Worse, I am in management, so I usually have a few calls that come my way that need my attention after hours. I usually try to break here and have supper with my family. Then around 6:00 I am hammering at the book, so they know to leave me alone so I can think. I usually write till 8:00 P.M. I hit the hay about 8:30. The next day, rinse and repeat. I have been doing this for months. I am not just tired, I am tired to the bones. I get so jealous of people who just write for a living sometimes. Having all that wonderful time to do what we enjoy. I know that sounds horrible, because I am sure they bled to get where they are. I want that life. I just don't know If I can survive getting there. I have a lot of health issues in my way. I have an autoimmune disease, it's called vasculitis, so I have to monitor myself for mischief. It is very challenging, but I make do. No matter how bad it gets I always think I should be grateful because there is always someone who has it worse. I met a girl who lost both her arms and her legs to the disease. She was eight. I saw a picture of her the other day, she was in a pool with her dad smiling. Kind of humbling when compared to my challenges. In that vein I offer this small poem. I use poetry to sometimes express what I can't say. Maybe a few can relate. I am tired, I thought of getting another hour in or two but I can't do it. Just venting... I will start again tomorrow. be safe. Dave.. My magic shoes I have a set of shoes I wear when I write odd things, they go on my feet backwards and it is only wearing them I can return to whom I am and away from whom I was never meant to be.