Monday, July 7, 2014

The Non-Writing Life

Just to add to the guilt of the day/week/month/years... Three writing projects on the hard drive, in various stages of production. One of them up to about 30k words. And they feel good. But why can't I summon up the self-discipline to get any work done? It occurs to me that the oomph probably went the same place that the sewing energy went. Maybe the depression? About all I can do is sleep and watch videos. And do doctors stuff.