On a plain morning...

If you were to ask me right now why I left my publishing job, I could give you an array of answers in no specific order:
-I want to go to graduate school
-I plan to travel the world a bit
-I need to concentrate on my writing
-I am in search of my life passion

None of these would be lies per se, in fact I really do have the interest in doing all of the above. However, so far my actual actions have consisted of the following:
-Picking up waitressing shifts
-Playing grown-up as potential "vice president" of a friend's film company
-Pretending to manage a music career

All in all, the reality factor in my decision making precess is hardly relevent thus far.

And here I am, trying to write while my coffee gets cold and my mind flips over to art classes I may or may not want to take, a puppy I could possibly buy and a home office I think is necessary to create before any of the factors in the first list can actually happen.

But at least I get to stay below 14th St.