Random Thoughts

[Silver]

Started feeling off today, aimless, a feeling that is persistent as the hours go by.

It might have something to do with being unable to focus on writing. Put everything I wrote into the trash. Keep trying to write something new, but keeping trashing that too.

As I've said repeatedly, it's impossible for me to write unless that's my only focus. I get the feeling if I was born in a different time it'd have been easier to be practically homeless to enjoy the art of writing.

Nah, you'd just need a sponsor.

Perhaps.

But also I realize my muse is a rebel. It would mean leaving a job at a moment's notice for a month or so to finish a book and hope that the job was still waiting for me when I finished writing it. Highly unrealistic.