Now that I've reminded myself that writing is important to me, I am consumed by all aspects of it. That's understandable since I do this with everything I get into. It's a hazard to being a bit OCDish. I love the excited feeling of my words bringing the voices to life once again but I'm having a bit of difficulty focusing. Why? I think it's that I don't know my voice. I know my voices but not my voice. I have several. I can write anecdotal. I can write humorously. I can write deep, soul searchingly. These three live in very different places. I don’t know how to make the commute between the three and produce quality work. I don’t know how to choose between them either. They’re like children. I love each of them. Each has their own unique place in my heart. Each is a part of me. Now how to I find that happy medium? That place where I can give each their due.


I could continue to give each of their time but I’m finding they’re fighting for center stage more and more. I’m flooded with their voices screaming their stories to me. Do I assign them each a day of their own? Do I give two a time out and spend a week, a weekend, a day, an hour with the one? How do you figure this out? I can’t choose and I don’t know how to tame them? So I suppose I’ll continue to run in circles until either I break or they break me.