God, just writing that makes me nostalgic. Sometimes I'll get in a good pattern, where I manage to read and blog and work out and spend time with my family and something is still missing. I think that it's probably writing. Or maybe roleplaying which serves a lot of the same functions in a slightly different format.
When I'm writing or gaming actively, I find myself less bored and overall in a better mood. But it's a lot of time investment. Time is something I simply don't have too much of these days.
But that's probably an excuse. I don't feel so hot about my writing of late. The characters floating around my head are all old, their story-lines largely forgotten or incomplete or both, their voices rusty and disused. I feel awkward at the keyboard, only able to hash out the barest bits of a cliche before I'm too upset/disgusted to continue.
Perhaps I need to do something drastic. Camp Nanowrimo starts up again in July. If I get into grad school, that would be one hell of a balancing act. Moving, momming, working out, eating alright, blogging, working. Mmmmm. Maybe.
When I'm writing or gaming actively, I find myself less bored and overall in a better mood. But it's a lot of time investment. Time is something I simply don't have too much of these days.
But that's probably an excuse. I don't feel so hot about my writing of late. The characters floating around my head are all old, their story-lines largely forgotten or incomplete or both, their voices rusty and disused. I feel awkward at the keyboard, only able to hash out the barest bits of a cliche before I'm too upset/disgusted to continue.
Perhaps I need to do something drastic. Camp Nanowrimo starts up again in July. If I get into grad school, that would be one hell of a balancing act. Moving, momming, working out, eating alright, blogging, working. Mmmmm. Maybe.
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