I need to suck it up and get going here. I've been neglecting revisions and continue to spit out new material but at a less than acceptable pace. I need to get this dream of mine underwing and begin focusing on it. Today was my last day at work, it snuck up on me and is trying to get me depressed (I have only one more check coming to me and I can't claim unemployment until I get a new job because I was only a student worker). I need to shake myself loose, exercise to clear my mind when I get home, and buckle down. I will not let the lack of a job get me down! I refuse! What's the point anyway? If I let myself become mopey, I won't get anything done at home and I won't have the desire to write (until I sat down to write this I was already losing that too). Also, it could begin to cause my continuing lack of a job. I have a place to stay, I may lose the internet or awhile, but I'll survive, my son will survive.

However, as stated before, now, more than ever, is the time to revise (especially those stories that are so close to being submittable) and to write as if I were already getting paid for it! By golley, if I don't have a paying job, I will still work! There's no excuse to be lazy when I'm not conducting a job search. I will expect and receive results from other areas in my life, now that I have more time to work on them. I also need to come up with a plan to keep my spirits up. I will get a job! I will write! I will revise! I will submit! Vivé l'auteur! Vivé l'optimisme!

Ja ne!

*feeling better already*

Prompt: Use your favourite line from your personal poems to start a story off with.

The moon whispers of eternity as I dream in the black rain. I stare out from the safety of my window. With the lights off, I can almost see it, obscured by tendrils of rain clouds. How many people before me have seen it? How many people after? The witness of immortality. I can almost remember staring at it many times before, with different eyes, some not even human. I've always been told I'm a dreamer. Yet there's something out there, something in here, my soul, that tells me things are not as they seem in reality. Eternity is a dream itself. Perhaps it is the dream the moon has everynight? I can see I'm making little sense. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the idea. When I look at the moon, I can see them, all of them looking too. Many eyes, past, present, and even future, stopping to appreciate the beautiful dreamer among the stars. I can hear the whispered promises of consistency, reliability, gentle, and on-going life like a soft song heard from far away. Even the way it circles us, like an ever-present protective parent, gentle and leading. The sun has always been there too, but its bright, harsh light is not as attractive as the slumbering moon. The planets revolve around it, a self-centered orb. Not like the moon who catches the sun's light to cast her soft glow on us.

And I think this is going flat so I'm going to end there hehe ^^"