I've kinda been beating up on myself because I'm not writing as much as I need to. I mean, of course, the pages add up, no matter how much you produce at each sitting, but it's disappointing when you look back on a week and only have about twenty new pages.
My personal rule is pretty clear--do what you gotta do first, then do what you wanna do. The "gotta" monster has just been a little more demanding in the last few weeks. My wife and I are getting everything ready so we can move, in addition to other stresses with the day job (after getting blown up last year I took my first PT test recently, I've been over my records with a fine-toothed comb for my CW4 promotion board which occurred in May, and for the upcoming move I'm doing all the outprocessing, which is always a complete nut-roll). The gotta's have gotten big, but hopefully that'll change soon.
I'll probably make another entry or two on the blog this month, but then I'll likely be incommunicado for a couple of weeks while we get our shit together and drive across the country, from the scorching Arizona desert to the deepest, darkest fastnesses of Washington, DC. Three teenagers and two big slobbery dogs, trying to drive Jennie and me completely batshit while we take to the open road. On the bittersweet side, though, it may be the last big road trip Jennie and I take with them. They've gotten big, too. By the time we're scheduled to move again, they'll all be high school graduates, and they'll probably be out trying to make their own way in the world.
Who knows, maybe by then I'll beable to put the combat boots away for good, and write for a living (I heard that snicker in the background, wiseass).