Doing the ostrich act

Jan 12, 2009 16:56

So it seems I only ever post here nowadays when I want to pull my head out of the sand. I was trying to keep this a writing journal of sorts, 'cept now it seems I don't write...

I’d like to write. I really would. There’s this little voice gnawing away inside my head to remind me I didn’t write a thing last year:o

I don't do resolutions. If I did, I'd resolve to write more this year.

I'm so glad I don't do resolutions, which brings me to the rant.

If January is any indication of how this year is going to be, I don’t think I want any part of it:(

I’m not saying there isn’t a mix of the happies (new shoes, nice little relay thingy that a bunch of us ran, a lot of long weekends ahead, a promise of company for two mountainous trips which may or may not happen, but at least the thought is there), and the sadnesses but somehow the negatives right now (workplace angsts that are surprisingly unrelated to the R-word, and therefore completely unempathised with by others, cancelled wildlife holidays, ailing family and the ilk) seem to outweigh the positives so much that it’s all really very, very non-happy.

But I really, really want to write, and I want the time to write, and the time to let plot bunnies nip. And I don't see that anywhere.

*sighs and whines needily and pathetically for hugs, even if you give 'em again at the other place:o*

rant

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