homemade blues

Firstly I want to apologize to those on my email notification list for those 2 out-of-the-ordinary blog entries that were mistakenly sent to you (I completely forgot about the notification, but of course...) prior to this one. Just so you know, I'm starting to dabble in the art of freelance writing jobs, and those 2 were purely work-related, so... again, I apologize.

On the other project I'm working on - a.k.a. the story - I am, yet again, hit by writer's block. I'm stuck at re-writing the first chapter - torn between too much detail (meaning unnecessary exposure) and not enough (meaning unimaginative writing). It's oscillating between being sickeningly bloated and anorexically lean. It's a nightmare.

And unfortunately, this is also the time I'm hooked on Bejeweled Blitz on FB. I just can't get enough of beating my own best score. It's uncomfortably addictive, and I should quit cold-turkey. I SHOULD. Sigh.

I want to go to EPF, and do some money management, and also wire some money to Oom's home account, and oh... Papa is here.

I can't divulge the details, but he's in a spot than I so DO NOT envy. I don't even want to know. I just can provide moral support and hope things will work out for the best. I'm really sorry for him, though. I know it's not his choice to be involved in all this...