It's Sunday morning here in Maryville, on a dark morning following a torrential thunderstorm, with more rain on the way. I'm listening to classical music and drinking entirely too much coffee, followed by a good dose of King's Oolong Tea 913, which I received from a friend of mine who's currently back in China. No need to go out; just a long amount of time to do something.
Or nothing. Right now, I want to do nothing.
I took a break from writing yesterday, mostly because I didn't feel well, but in part because my projects are as follows:
- Gaia's Hands, which is frustrating me because I can't get a handle for improving it (this vastly rewritten and rewritten story)
- A short story about one of the characters in Prodigies, which starts with a whole family dying in a bombing and gets more depressing from there.
Not much to grab onto, is there?
My worry if I take another break is that I will quit writing, because, frankly, it's easier not to write. Part of the reason I write this blog is to force myself to be productive, to take the hard path, the path I really want to see myself walk down.
So we'll see what I want to write today.
Thanks for listening!
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