The phrase, "there aren't enough hours in the day," has never wrung so true.
Is "wrung" a word? I could look it up, but what's the point? There isn't time.
It's odd. My wife is home with our newborn, and I travel for work.
Yet even during the week when the site gets closed and I'm left in the hotel to my own devices,
I get less sleep than she does.
I've always felt the need to create--to be original, but my work has become increasingly droll.
In the last year I've gone from writing documents based on older documents,
To merely reviewing older documents and filling out forms.
Where am I to go for a creative outlet?
Designing fictional spaceships.
Role playing online.
Writing letters.
Just writing.
Thinking.
You'd think
that DREAMING
would be somewhere
on that list! Yet I shun sleep.
And instead spend my evenings typing away,
musing on how it seems that there simply isn't enough time
to build the things I want to build, or write the things I want to write,
because I'm too busy formulating self-indulgent prose and forcing it to look roughly parabolic.
But none of this is what I really want, it's just what I'm good at.
What I really want is to create something of value. Something useful.
To build, not just a tower, but a windmill!
To write, not just a story, but a procedure!
To design, not just toys, but tools!
To succeed at such endeavors, I'll have to step outside my comfort zone.
Perhaps that's why I tackle so many trivial projects--to distract me from the difficult path.
Can I be content with dull work if I have other creative outlets?
Perhaps for a time... but I don't think it will last;
Insomniacs tend to burn out.
Submission Name: Not Enough Hours
