I used to write almost everyday, even if it was just a page, or a scene, or a sample of dialogue. Now, I struggle to write more than three lines. My letters are boring, my day remains unjournaled, and pages unwritten. It's the curse of writer's block, or fatigue, and laziness.
I will live an active life again. No more of this passive nonsense.
I will write, and be published. I promise you, dear reader.
It's just the non-existent writer here. I've been working full-time (yay!), in school (sigh), and busy in general.
I haven't written much in my journal or in my ongoing story.
But I'm slowly getting back to it. I took a ten month break from writing stories when I waited tables and lived at home. I didn't blog because it would have been daily updates of "My Life is Not Where I Want It To Be and No Matter How Much I Try, Nothing Is Changing."
I even stopped writing letters for a period of time.
Luckily, I've started writing letters again. I'm slowly getting back into the habit of writing. I am trying not to watch too much Netflix.
I am sort of exercising again (I do crunches when I watch tv). My diet has slightly improved.
My sense of direction, thanks to the Phoenix Grid System, has drastically improved. It's just a matter of undoing 20+ years of winding, crazy Tidewater road system.