The new job is all encompassing. When I am there, I barely find time to go to the bathroom or eat. All of my time is spent dealing with paperwork, cooking, organizing or interacting with the residents. I get two glorious days off and spend one of them cleaning up after my "kids". I use my time in the one hour drive to and from work, to think up stories, so I am back to the writing. I guess whatever the situation, I use my writing as a means of mental escape. Now just to find a way to make a living doing it and I will have reached my ultimate goal. I am writing again, and that's a great feeling!
