In the dark
Guys,
I am in the dark. Not too unpleasantly, I suppose, but nevertheless, in the dark.
My PalmPilot broke about a month ago. Without it I have not written, almost at all. I submitted to the conference (poetry under my pen name "Diego Frye") but could not attend and never heard the promised report from one of the organizers. I took the huge step of submitting my writing to some poetry journals, and so far, I have been rejected by about half of them (what a job it was to get that stuff together and send it out).
My baby was born mid August and my wife and I have slept in the same bed twice since. Of course no sex. I know others suffer much worse than I do with sexual dysfunction, and I shouldn't really complain, but for me, the intimacy is a necessary part of feeling good about myself.
I had to stop therapy a couple of months back because my insurance only convers a small amount and my "state victim fund" stopped paying, due to the budget crisis here in California molre than anything else, I expect.
Work has been okay, but a little slow.
I am numb, I think. Back to robot world, in which I pass through days like a train, not really seeing the outside, not stopping. Where am I headed?
I had to force myself to write.
Peace,
James
I am in the dark. Not too unpleasantly, I suppose, but nevertheless, in the dark.
My PalmPilot broke about a month ago. Without it I have not written, almost at all. I submitted to the conference (poetry under my pen name "Diego Frye") but could not attend and never heard the promised report from one of the organizers. I took the huge step of submitting my writing to some poetry journals, and so far, I have been rejected by about half of them (what a job it was to get that stuff together and send it out).
My baby was born mid August and my wife and I have slept in the same bed twice since. Of course no sex. I know others suffer much worse than I do with sexual dysfunction, and I shouldn't really complain, but for me, the intimacy is a necessary part of feeling good about myself.
I had to stop therapy a couple of months back because my insurance only convers a small amount and my "state victim fund" stopped paying, due to the budget crisis here in California molre than anything else, I expect.
Work has been okay, but a little slow.
I am numb, I think. Back to robot world, in which I pass through days like a train, not really seeing the outside, not stopping. Where am I headed?
I had to force myself to write.
Peace,
James