You know, sometimes you just don’t feel like it – whatever “it” is.
For as much as I cry about not being able to find time to write, sometimes when I catch an opening, I just wanna do nothing. I wanna veg out. I wanna exhale. I want to channel surf. Catch up on the DVR. Lay on the couch. Inhale Pringles. Or maybe even…read.
When I’m tired, writing turns into one other thing that I need to get done, and it becomes another chore. There’s no joy in that. It might be easier if I could schedule some designated writing time, but that would require cooperation from the entire household. I have to go to the grocery store just to get some ME time.
*sigh*
I think that maybe I just ought not stress over it. It took George RR Martin six years to write A Dance with Dragons. I’ve got time.
