I'm Getting My Act Together and Taking It on the Road

The soundtrack to this Broadway musical was played regularly when I was growing up. I've had different kinds of appreciation for the story over the years, but right now, it's echoing rather hollowly for me...

That phone just keeps on ringing
And somebody's at my door.
I feel all pulled to pieces,
Can't find inspiration anymore.
So many people leaning on me,
I'm getting run in to the ground.
Everybody's wanting something from me
And there's not enough of me to go around...

Got a thousand notes to myself,
Need a shovel to dig me out.
Got a pile of unanswered letters,
I've forgot what they're about.
And somebody wants his supper fixed,
And somebody wants some love.
And there's just no time to write a song
To say what I'm thinking of...

All I need is a little room,
A place that is fine and free.
A room where I can think to myself,
Where nobody's needing me.
And I will find my way again,
And I will sing my song.
And I'll find the joy again,
It comes when I'm feeling strong.

I suppose it's e-mail as well as the phone, and it's the blog rather than a song...but the sentiment is the same. There are a bunch of things I'd like to blog about...my service of the DOM on Monday, my thoughts on submission and the importance of self-sacrifice, the surprise and honor of having a Lady request my services at her home, the challenges I'm facing with my two-year-old UberDom... I just never have the time any more.

On the one hand, I am flattered and floored by the esteem and requests I have received. On the other...quite honestly, I'm just overwhelmed.