A lack of motivation should never mean a lack of actual work. Something the new year has been hounding me with all week. Between hardly sleeping to feeling ill, to God knows what and more tedious crap, I've not worked. Well, not on the stories. Have done plenty of market searches and setting up new projects (start-itis, my one true talent), but very little writing.
To be honest, the computer had not even been turned on in 4 days. Hell, only reason it is now is to update my pod casts. Wow, how far we've come -- or not.
Though, work has been on my mind, especially yesterday. I miss the feel of the pen on paper, each branch of a letter seemingly filled with life and purpose like that of a brush stroke. Writers create pictures, lives, worlds; just as an artist does, but with letters and punctuation rather than paint. Both are equally colourful, vibrant, and awe-inspiring.
I love this job and just don't feel myself without doing it.
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