Thursday, June 06, 2002
I've figured out what's wrong with me.
It isn't that I don't want to write; I do, very much. I probably dwell on it more than I should, but it's always there, at the back of my mind: I want to write. Even just writing comments on someone else's writing would assuage the feeling -- and goodness knows I have PLENTY of beta comments to give to people. Yet I'm not writing those, either. In fact, I keep putting them off.
I simply don't have the energy to write much right now, despite the fact that I really, really want to. It's like all my mental energy is being funnelled into other places, other concerns. I suppose, surveying the situation, it seems obvious: at UT, I had fewer real life friends, no job, and my classes were not on my priority list. But here at home, I have my family around ALL of the time, I have a job, I have my friends, I have other tasks designated to me to complete. And so, while I do have some free time, I don't have the energy to put that time to use.
Suddenly, I feel very, very guilty for ever nagging anyone with a full-time job to write at a faster pace.
I suppose the best I can do is hope that I continue to further adjust to my schedule to a point where sitting in front of my computer with an open Word document actually yields results.
| 8:22 PM |
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