too busy to write, to think about the things i want, those deep-down punch-the-gut things i don't like to talk about at parties, always making excuses, apologies, looking somewhere else because I have to deal with this or that or the next - never my time to do with what I want, i need a 36-hour day, just to do the wants, but the minute they give it to me, you know the Boss will want more, and the commitments will want more and everything will just **** my time away again, and there will be none left for writing about the things i want to write about. and will they matter anyway - or is that my own delusion?
interesting how we perceive time, and our efforts in it.