Two things I lack that I sorely need to expand my writing career are time and energy. I am home tonight and feel so tired I’m ready to go to bed. It’s barely 7:30 pm. I don’t know how I worked all those years and took care of three sons alone, but somehow I managed. I remember the sheer exhaustion that came with trying to juggle an elementary school child, a middle school child and a high schooler. Now I’m just trying to take care of myself and my pets and the energy I expend at work exceeds what I have total. Something has to give. I really want to write. Am I willing to risk homelessness to do it? We’ll see.