It may be the changing seasons but I’m feeling out of time. No matter how much sleep I get I am tired. I just haven’t been able to sit down to work. Notes and lines and ideas here and there but no real work.
Everyone is to blame of course. That’s a lie as always but if I leave my unconscious mind unattended even for a second it starts talking behind everyone’s back. Very rude.
Why does no one want me to write or make things? Why are they leaving such sophisticated traps? Do they sabotage others or is just me? That’s the gist of it. All nonsense of course. Or maybe that’s just what they want me think.
“In truth I’ve found that any day’s routine interruptions and distractions don’t much hurt a work I progress and may actually help it in some ways. It is after all the dab of grit that seeps into an oyster’s shell that makes the pearl. Not pearl making seminars with other oysters.” Stephen King