dancing on one toe at the edge of a cliff... life is consuming busy and i spend my days reearching genius & epilepsy for several reasons most of which having to do with a book but that is my life; research, write, research, write and occasionally, a trip out if i'm lucky. a life hidden behind computer screens and trying to get published in the EG and writing what i hope is some of my best work but to no avail so far... i burst out crying three times today, and i've woken up crying almost every day this week and i don't know why.

how to explain this to someone who doesn't understand? how to explain this kind of creeping sickness, for tht is surely what this is.... a creeping sickness.

i feel lost, nothing but my writing.