How I wish it had been's Journal

Opening Credits
I suppose some people wonder how I get along in my life, with all of it's infrequent ups, and joys, and the massive downs, and disappointments. Maybe they do. I don't drink, or do drugs to escape, I write. I fantasize, and I live 9/10ths of my life in a world of my own creation where I make my life go the way I want it to.

It's not all roses and wine, and sunny days either. There are dark days, and pain, and hurt and loss, but I dole it out in doses when I want to, not at the whims of fate or through the stupidity, or thoughtlessness of others.

So, while I am at work entering invoices, my body may be there, but my mind is where I would rather be. Entering sales from the merch my band sold that night or something far more interesting. When I am driving to and from work, it's never something as mundane as that. I'm driving a tour bus, or riding on one, and arguing with my boyfriend/husband the guitarist, bassist, whatever. You see, I lead a Second Life. That's what this journal is going to be about. It's the Diary of my Second Life.