I wish I could have been that focused. I'm giving up. I have one entry. A poem for Naughty bits.

I've tried writing the research paper, but I don't know what I'm doing. Elder son's issues keep cropping up. My bandwidth is full with school Psychologists questions (the last half hour), the speech therapist, the Occupational Therapist and technology assistance. I have a topic, finally. I wrote an outline. And when I try to type, nothing comes out but gibbrish. I can't focus. I'm lost. Or at least the timing for this is really, really bad in my life.

I give up. I don't have the commitment for art.

Now to go to finish up my job - cleaning up the writing of new ceremony for whomever wins this thing. Not it!!