Writer's write. It is a simple, yet elegant statement made to serious writers with substantial talent in their being. For talent, my friends-talent cannot be taught. Talent cannot be purchased on E-bay among the highest bidder when auction closes. It is far much greater than that. Talent is in your being. It flows among your red and white blood cells, flowing next to veins and arteries, skeletal systems and major organs. And deeper still. It creeps into a much more spiritual place, of humbling and submission. If your compassion is your blessing, then it would be a waste to give the world a selfish soul full of regrets and harsh decisions with a career. If patience is your blessing, it would be a waste to be in a position of hurried states filled with Espresso dosed days a la Starbucks with no time to give yourself. If you are an artist, it would be a waste of talent to hide your portraits in a desk among Chinese food take out menus and unpaid bills. You see, with talent and the ble...

My eyes are heavy. My lids considerable weights after the mundane task of trying to keep them open for hours. My classes are nearing the end when final projects are due, only to start new classes on Monday. I keep trying to rev up the engine , but I think I have cone kaput. Vrroommm....Vrooom....(cough)(choke). Yeah, that's pretty much me. A half revved up engine with barely any fuel. Is this is what I have become? A half zombie of to-do lists, constant supervision over my child and life unfilled of social obligations? I am burnt out. The kind of burnt out that light is at the end of the tunnel, but you are so far from the tunnel you can't even see the light. I mean, the kind of burnt out where makeup is barely used, sweats are now considered formal wear, and my favorite shoes to wear are my white and very comfortable Pumas. Running sneakers. Because I am always on the go, always on the run. After sixteen hours of errands, to-do lists, chores, college courses and a baby....I a...