I've been wandering around, not paying much attention to my writing duties. I know, "wanderer" is my name, but that's no excuse. There's been a lot in my head but a level of disgust with myself is keeping me from organizing it enough to write it. Ironically (appropriately? redundantly?) this exacerbates the problem, much of the disgust coming from my own inertia. I look at things I wrote a year ago, and nothing has changed. Ok, some things have changed, and for the better, but my actual goals are stagnant, except for the few that are sluggish. It's horrible.
This morning, before the shields could come up, I had some realizations about myself and what the hell the trouble is. I'll see about writing part of it - but only a part at a time, mind you - as soon as I can get past today's nuisances.
No comments:
Post a Comment