I woke up this morning and realized I don't want to be a writer anymore. The lack of positive human interaction, the sensation that I'm running as fast as I can and going backwards. It's too painful. This time I mean it. I'm done......hold on a moment though. The story I'm working on now needs an end, and maybe I can make it a little more interesting. And didn't I say I'd sign on for another book with Bonnie? There aren't any plots knocking around my brain, but honestly, isn't that the best? Can we think of anything that's more fun? No? I didn't think so. Okay, maybe I'll just try a bit longer. Except maybe it's time for another all or nothing push, whatever the hell that means. Let's reach for either an all in or an all out choice here. No more dithering.... But no. Not me....for now, back to dithering. Is petering out the best way to go? If you're going to stop blogging/publishing/interacting/living, then maybe don...