Posts Tagged hermitating
*grumble*
The trouble is that sometimes, I just don’t bloody feel like writing. Or blogging, or chatting with people. Sometimes I just want to scribble in my notebook, or soak up some books.
This probably means that I will never have a fabulous six-figure career as a novelist or a blogger. It does not have to mean that I Will Never Write Again (delivered in a dramatic way with gestures worthy of Gloria Swanson). It just means… not today, and maybe not tomorrow. Maybe I just need to re-read Promethea and make plans to see the new Hellboy movie.
Accepting this probably means that I will be a happier person with lower blood pressure.
