Sorry about all the wah-wah sooky la la posts lately....I turn to blogger to vent in those emotional moments where nothing else will do and trying to tell someone will only have me blubber and mumble something incoherent. Oh, and when my husband is sleeping. Which is pretty much always as his body clock is quite screwed - up at 2am for work, and ready for dinner by 3pm.
Lately, I've been thinking about that book I want to write, the one about my parents and my homeland and how we all got here, in this wide open red-sand land. I really do want to finish it, more than I realised. And yet, I think I might be too impatient to write, as I've heard that stories, the good ones anyway, take a long time, and a lot of tears and re-writes and I'm not sure if I am cut out for that. Surprise, surprise, the English teacher wants to write!
But who doesn't? I think I do.