I have more to add to yesterday's entry.

I continually want to write a very big book. I mull over bits of it in my head. I don't think I can write it, but i think I could could dictate it with a digital voice recorder. Really, I'd need to dedicate a chunk of time to it every day, and doing so detracts from me writing here, which I also value and what to do. There are seveeral times when this diary has fallen off to me writing something else.

I want to make crafts and have a little webstore, and be able to raise some dough while I am staying home with my babies. We currently want two kids. I would like to learn to sew, embroider, and knit, just to have them in my arsenal. I want to learn bookmaking, and make my own journals. I want to make my own weird techno MP3s. I want to write and produce and be proficient at lots of things. I want, I want.

I want to figure out a way to get grant money for DNA testing and then turn the results into and art piece (a film?).

I want to expore ideas in my diary. I want to increase the multimedia inclusions. I want to experiment. I want to grow.

I want to be a fantastic mother. I want to buy a house. I want to find relatives in Europe and Israel to visit.