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Saturday, December 21, 2002
Blog On
I felt it creeping up on me again. It’s too soon. Way too soon. It’s like a spark I couldn’t put out and now it’s out of control. It’s too soon. I thought I put out those fires a month ago.
Katmandu and Ramble On start creeping out of the radio. I glance at my atlas lying on the backseat. It’s smiling up at me, taunting and teasing.
Then the lists start: timelines, budgets, songs to download.
I’m surfing the web. I’m researching for hours on end; calculating, note taking, printing, and highlighting.
The fires spread into my work and into my dreams.
And then I hear it. It was muffled at first, being clouded by the smoke in my brain. Again, louder, but I ignored it. Then like a flash flood coming straight at me, my bank account laughs in my face.
But the fires burn on.
"Ah, sometimes I grow so tired, but I know there's one thing I got to do.
Ramble on, and now's the time, the time is now."
~Led Zeppelin
Melissa Saturday, December 21, 2002
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