The world spins madly on
October knocks on the door and signals the last quarter of the year as the BER season approaches quickly. Things have changed, people have peeped in and stormed out--things are moving by so swiftly, it takes me longer than usual to recall what just zoomed by over the past few days.
Sadly, beneath the moundful of work--I've lost my writing spark. It's been bottled up inside and hasn't been flowing easily from my head to the comfortable sound of the keys on the computer. It's like stunted growth for the ambitious writer in me. If my writing spirit had been a healthy looking plant before, it now spurts from the ground in a measly shrub form, if not a reverted seedling.
This is my new, short term resolution to get things back into control, to become that crazy happy kid I used to be in high school. I will write more. Whether it's about mundane things or work related stress, I will write it.
Cheers to words and that exciting expanse.
Sadly, beneath the moundful of work--I've lost my writing spark. It's been bottled up inside and hasn't been flowing easily from my head to the comfortable sound of the keys on the computer. It's like stunted growth for the ambitious writer in me. If my writing spirit had been a healthy looking plant before, it now spurts from the ground in a measly shrub form, if not a reverted seedling.
This is my new, short term resolution to get things back into control, to become that crazy happy kid I used to be in high school. I will write more. Whether it's about mundane things or work related stress, I will write it.
Cheers to words and that exciting expanse.