Writing...

This ain't easy. I want to be a writer, and technically, I guess you could consider me a writer. I have an unfinished science-fiction novel that has been in the works for seven years...SEVEN YEARS!!!!! Oops, sorry for that outburst- my frustration level is a bit over the top these days. Working fifty to fifty-five hours a week at a factory, splitting my firewood at home...with an axe, not a splitter, giving my wife and kids the attention they deserve, usually leaves this old dog too tired to do anything else productive. But- I really want to finish this book I started-it might even sell, who knows? Problem is, when I sit down to write,  my session usually ends with a loud...snore. Sorry excuse for an author, huh?  It's kinda funny though, I can sit down here at the old computer, go to this blog, open a literary vein, and bleed all over the place. It don't make a lick of sense to me(sigh). Well, now that we've identified the problem, maybe-just maybe I can go scrawl a page or fifteen. Keep yer fingers crossed, dear reader- this old dog is fixin' to go howl a bit! I'll keep ya posted on the progress of the albatross-er, book. Good nite, and God bless!