Everything lately seems to be moving at a pretty fast pace. I can't explain why it feels that way, but it just seems that no sooner has the week started than the weekend gets here.

My boys are in bowling. So every Saturday morning until May will be spent at the bowling alley(few holiday exceptions). On top of that my wife and I have tried to make sure that we have some "quality" family time. Our schedules don't allow us a ton of time together, so we try to make what time we do have count. On the brighter side of that, my boys and I spend a great deal more time together now then we have in the last couple years. We have always had a good relationship, but this just seems to strengthen the bond.

My reading appetite in the last couple months has turned ravenous. I can't explain what did it, but lately I can't seem to read enough. I have one read, and two more waiting in the wings. That hour and a half between my kids going to bed and my wife getting home from work allow me a good head start on my reading for the evening. It also seems to have given me the writing bug again. I think that is where a lot of my time seems to be going now. It just seems like as soon as I start researching something, I look up and it's already 2:30 am (thankfully I'm an insomniac :P ).

Really leaves me with one question for those of you that have labored with writing. When is enough, enough? When do you decided that this is where your story ends? I have thrown away at least 3 written pieces and the smallest of them was 42,000 words (i never professed to be smart). I just got mad at myself for the direction the story took, and instead of fixing the problem, I seemed to have abandoned it.

Yeah time flies when your having fun...