Drowning in a sea of mundane...

I sit here in my apartment, listening to the soundtrack of Jesus Christ Superstar, and the Producers. A hell of a combination. I cannot focus on finishing my damn novel. I do not know if it is fearing the completion, or just mediocrity on my part. I crave the finished product, yet cannot find myself moving towards it. In the mean time, I watch my daughters grow before my eyes, seeking their own destiny. I cannot be prouder of them, but need to find my self pride. This is not self pity that I am fighting, just lack of focus and definitive mental boredom. The cure is, of course, actually the damn novel, instead of some pointless blog that I may return to a year from now. Irony and muted humor in the minds eye... onward. Peace.