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I hate when writing is a chore. When, at the end of the day I think to myself "what did I do today?" or worse, "What did I create?" And the answer is nothing. I didn't create, didn't utilize talents. Didn't put effort in.
Lately I've been blah. Blah at work. Blah at home. Blah when it comes to calling friends to do things. There is a part of me that longs for a 10 day retreat -holed up in a tent in the forest or on the prairie - listening alone to the cries of the night and inspiration. Sometimes I feel I need to be refueled. And sometimes, out of nowhere, I am.
Worn out and tired, sick of the mundane, my husband and I spontaneously booked a flight to the cheapest city from ours - Vegas. Not my first choice of place to visit - but still a break. And an adventure. And a few days, sans kids, with the hottest man in town. I have something to look forward to now, and that is good.
I feel overwhelmed by the projects piling on my virtual desk: business cards to design for two clients, a website to finish in the next two weeks, a graphic to finish... due yesterday. Sometimes writing gets pushed to the side in the name of deadlines. I need to find a writing gig - I need a place to vent.
I'm just rambling. Nothing is cohesive. I'm obviously forced, strained, here. I'm not being honest and nothing is coming out right. It sounds like fifth grade. I'm so far from fifth grade.
I'll be back - I swear. Just give me a minute to catch my breath and a paper to catch my thoughts. Just give me a chance to refuel. And out of nowhere... I will.
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