Trapped.

I have readers from the Ukraine now.  Welcome.  I'll be here all night, tip the waitress and try the veal.  (Who recognizes that?)

I have ideas out the wazoo, the discipline and skill to write it all down and polish them up is something else again.  Songs, screenplays, games, novels, short stories, and novels for young and old alike.  Not much into poetry though, a haiku occasionally is about it.

The song ideas are different.  Different for me because music is not a guiding force for me.  When I have an idea for a song I try to think what mood it should be in and then what is the genre for that?  One song is about hating, I'm thinking punk.  Maybe metal.  Another idea is a country song.  I could easily picture people in a bar singing along with it, a catchy verse to be the refrain.  It would double as the title.  The same style as "She thinks my tractors sexy".  A possibility.

I titled this post "Trapped" because I'm trapped.  I'd promised myself to write a post daily.  I have and I'm rather proud of myself.  I've learned stuff which is what the blog is about.  All good.  However, a stay at home dad with three children doesn't have a lot of time for writing.  What time I do have goes to writing this blog.  I've decided that I need to figure out how to manage my time better so I can do both.  Not as easy as you might think.