email excerpt to ST.

Cooking. Eating. Reading. Thinking. Writing. Last night I finished one more "road trip" story, but not too happy with it. The main thing again is that I don't know what I want to say. My mind is too scattered right now. It has always been. Sometimes I don't know how to focus my thoughts--by giving up some thoughts, or by rearranging them, or by gaining new meta-thoughts. April has always been a month of enlightenment for me, or rather, a month of confusion. Sometimes I think enlightenment and confusion are not mutually exclusive.