Yet this whole writing deal takes plenty of energy for myself. It takes me 15 minutes just to write one coherent sentence and that's when I lock myself in a room with no distraction. Writing is my weakness. It is why I feel guilty and sad that I am unable to write the small stories of Joey and Ben as I would like to, especially Joey. I feel terrible when Ben repetitively will ask me to play with him through out the day and I give him the excuse that I am attending to Joey's needs or when Joey wants to be held but I must assist Ben in doing something. I am exhausted by the time the boys are in bed and writing is not exactly a walk on the beach for myself. I could sit in front of a piano right now and play "Amazing Grace" in any key on demand with my eyes closed, yet writing is just the opposite. I'm hoping one of these days I could get a few moments (or days) to write more on this blog.
















