doodlemaier | Projeckt : (Codename) Fresh Bread . . .

. . .is yielding some strange results, indeed. The fact that it's yielded nothing since the handful of wonderful possibilities, about a month ago that have yet to become anything outside of possibilites, not withstanding, this isn't full-time or lucrative. But damned if I'm not stoked about it.

How do I talk about this one without blowing it all together? Nothing I've ever done has ever made any money. Have I worried about the wrong end of this dilemma the entire time? Is, for this, the reason that nothing I've ever done has ever come to any fruition; so as to teach me to live on next to nothing and leave me available when finally the right opportunity falls into my lap? Is that a flower of hope blossoming in the broken glass desert of my heart? Have I finally gone off the deep end?

Seems to me I've had this conversation with myself before.