Maybe I’m just looking for something to work towards. I keep having a vision of a lake house. In the living space, a hardwood floor with a large white fluffy area rug. There’s a fire place too. Above it, a mantle with a tv, and against the opposite wall, a large sectional couch with some pillows and a fuzzy blanket. And straight ahead in my mind’s eye, I see out the sliding glass door to a cold greyscale beach with windswept waves. I’m sure, somewhere in this home, there’s a large bed, a soaking tub, walkout shower, kids toys scattered with messy floors, a writer’s office for my wife, and a modest studio for me to compose with an assortment of cheap instruments because I’m crap at most of them.

So. I’ll try to stay motivated & inspired, and keep writing. With many others being ultra rich and living in excess, I feel it is not so much to ask to have a slice of comfort for my family and me.