Friday night. The Friday night before Labor Day, so it is a three day weekend, and the child is up and running around at 10 pm. He is in one of these states where he is too tired to fall asleep. I sit here and try to come up with new material, since I can't keep posting old writings from the flash drive forever. Also, had that moment a few days ago where I felt creative again, and started working on a few things. but that has dwindled back to normal levels. It may just be the result of a busy week, but what if it was one of those momentary hiccups, and wasn't a long term trend?
Of course, I should ignore that voice, but that voice is loud, and pushes its way to the front and vies for attention. It is very tough to ignore. It is possible to put words on paper, and to create. I will tell myself that. I've already cut out a few distractions, and I am trying to get my reading done. I have never been particularly disciplined, but I guess I need to get there, if I'm ever going to get there. The creativity I felt a week or two ago was a euphoric trip, and I could use a little more of that in my life.
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