The Fourth Dimension. Or time, as I believe some scientists think of the fourth dimension. Well, for me that particular dimension seems to be speeding up.
I can’t believe that it’s already December 15th, Christmas is only 10 days away and we’re just under three weeks away from 2010!
Every time I say that, I think I’m supposed to be living on the moon and contemplating taking that 13:00 hour flight to Mars and going on that tour of Olympus Mons.
What happened? Seriously! I mean, when I was a kid, by 2010 we were supposed to have flying cars, robot servants and wearing those skimpy, gauzy little outfits that people in the future always wore in those B-level sci-fi movies of the 40s and 50s.
Sure, we’ve got techy gadgets up the yazoo that I think even the most visionary sc-if authors never thought the average person would own, but all-in-all things don’t look that different from 50 years ago.
Anyway, I seem to be having trouble staying caught up with the fourth dimension. I’m writing like crazy but still feeling like there’s not enough time to get everything I want done, done.
And, to be honest, I can only spend so much time writing. Writing really does make the old gray matter work, doesn’t it? So I have to take a break from it even when I want to keep on going or risk my brain imploding or turning to mush.
The thing is, I have a bunch of topics I want to blog about but by the time I get around to writing about those topics, I’ve spent so much time on my own writing that my mind just blanks out.
Oh, well. I’ll just do the best I can. Hopefully, at some point down the line, I can blog about more than just the fact that I’m wanting to blog about more.
But for now, it’s back to the writing grindstone.