I have been writing, thinking, all the rest and it soothes my soul, but goddamnit, it's not enough to pay the bills. The creatin', the formulatin' is not enough to make it all happen for real, for real. So...so...so I have decided to seek a full time job in order to make things so.
I'm OK with that. Now I just have to make that ish happen. I want something in writing or food, which most likely means entry-level, but that's cool. I'm a hustla, sometimes a reluctant one, but a hustla nonetheless.
In other news, I am in the mix yet again. Feels funny to have so much after K. I thought there would be nothing, could be nothing, no one, after K. But then there was Hurricane Ike and now this one. I don't know what to say about it. It feels like nothing but just when it's nothing, it starts to feel like something, not quite everything, but something. Something that has the capacity to be everything if I would let it. I don't know if I will let it.