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kittydesadeSo, yeah.
After spending a truly miserable week not being able to write a damned thing, I've decided to go back to writing and posting and writing like a madwoman again. Why? I don't know.
I should have taken my lessons from the past; I should have remembered that when I don't write for days on end the spiral just inches downwards. I should have forced myself to write something, even if it turned out to be the most hideous piece of Mary Sue fan-fiction schlock ever created. But no, alas, I forced nothing. I let my willpower sink and now I have wound up with a day in which I sleep 12 hours out of 24 and spend the rest moping about like a lodge in a warren.
Bollocks to that.
I must have new resolve; I must take up the goddamn pen and keyboard again. For the sake of my own sanity, if nothing else. I have to write because maybe then the nightmares will fade into the background, because life is short and I have far too many stories to tell, because the voices in my head won't go away with a promise of a nebulous future. Dammit, Kitty, you're a writer, not a lump. Get off your ass and do something.
After spending a truly miserable week not being able to write a damned thing, I've decided to go back to writing and posting and writing like a madwoman again. Why? I don't know.
I should have taken my lessons from the past; I should have remembered that when I don't write for days on end the spiral just inches downwards. I should have forced myself to write something, even if it turned out to be the most hideous piece of Mary Sue fan-fiction schlock ever created. But no, alas, I forced nothing. I let my willpower sink and now I have wound up with a day in which I sleep 12 hours out of 24 and spend the rest moping about like a lodge in a warren.
Bollocks to that.
I must have new resolve; I must take up the goddamn pen and keyboard again. For the sake of my own sanity, if nothing else. I have to write because maybe then the nightmares will fade into the background, because life is short and I have far too many stories to tell, because the voices in my head won't go away with a promise of a nebulous future. Dammit, Kitty, you're a writer, not a lump. Get off your ass and do something.
