Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf was really onto something when she wrote A Room of One's Own. I have been struggling to find time to write, even think, since the summer began but it is impossible with four kids running around here. Or should I say three, the oldest in is some sort of computer-induced stasis. There are moments in life when nothing seems to make any sense. I am experiencing one of them right now. I feel like an observer. If there were a soundtrack to my life, the song playing right now would be "Once in a Lifetime." In fact, now it is. The problem is that I don't work well with disorder and that's what I am surrounded with right now. I haven't finished unpacking yet from WA and I am going to need to pack for AZ in two weeks. I think I may just leave it and throw in clean underwear. But hey, if you come to see me read at the Oliver House in Bisbee, AZ on July 21st at least you'll know that I have those on! Off to do writing for Craig's class...