I’ve tried writing the current story I’ve been working on or just imagining one, coming up with a plot. But I feel too tired, too bored, too lonely. It’s what the holidays do to me. To write I need to get worked up about something; about the fact that I have no time for writing, about school, about various people or global or local matters. And to get away from all of that I write.
At the moment the only thing I could be trying to get away from is the weather and the dog who feels like she has to bark (that includes pulling and trying to attack) at every arch-enemy she sees. And believe you me, she has a lot of enemies.
This happened last summer too. I stayed at home, all of my friends were out. For the first week of the holidays I was just numb with boredom, sadness. I’m not saying I have to be angry to be able to write. But some sort of stress or lively emotion has to be there so I can deal with it through writing. I’m sure after Silvester everything will be alright again and I’ll be wishing for more time for my writing.
Is there a switch? Writing-on-demand? After tomorrow I don’t have to take the dog out anymore and then I won’t have to get up at nine and go out in the tiring weather. I need an energy boost. I need a smoothie.
From the miserable quality of this post you can deduct how tired I actually am right now. And it’s only six o’clock. I might take a nap…