I thought I’d be able to finish the first draft of this story by the end of the month, but I don’t think that’s going to happen now.
Some people, at times of stress, say that writing is an escape for them. They somehow can get lost in a world of their imagination and for a short while, it gives them some comfort. And while writing does bring me joy, I am the opposite. I find that whenever I am stressed out, not happy, or feeling unwell, the creative juices simply don’t flow.
I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, mainly dealing with sickness in the house. (Nothing contagious, thankfully) My mom, myself, and even the cat didn’t feel well, prompting a visit to the vet. It’s been a hard week in my household. For the past few mornings, I really haven’t had much time to write. And for mornings like this, when I do have a little time to write, I just…can’t.
I’m not worried. I know once things calm down, I’ll be back at it. But it’s hard to write when you’re in pain. I really hope by the end of the week, I’ll be back to my normal self.
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