Somedays depression is all I can feel. I want to just pull myself into my own stories but I have dishes, cleaning all that stuff. I know I need to spend time with real people but it all seems too frustrating. I'm using the blog as a sort of a journal which I have always been bad at keeping. Reality realy needs better editors.

     OK. Now things have gotten complicated. I'm no longer care taking either my parents or my daughter. Instead what is taking my time besides writing is politics and protests. I'm going to try to post here every week. 

      I have trouble believing that I'm a good writer. I'll put links to some stuff of mine and any places that I'm published in. 

https://esther-foxvalley.org/blog

This contains two pieces of mine.