Er, honestly? Truthfully? I've been sticking too it about as much as a piece of paper sticks to a wall on it's own. It's been incredibly sporadic, and my motivation has been dwindlingly low all semester, and I'm not sure why. I am rather disappointed with myself, but I cannot truthfully find anything screaming at me to write recently- When I do, it feels more like work than something to enjoy, and it's like lying on a bed of nails some afternoons.
When I do want to write though, it's amazing- But that's been so little lately that the idea of forcing myself to sit down and work on things is just stressful. Sometimes a free-write helps, but it feels so damn constraining otherwise that every single little noise or distraction is like an absolute explosion in terms of distraction.
All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you.
But first they must catch you; digger, listener, runner, Prince with the swift warning. Be cunning, and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed.
-Richard Adams, Watership Down.
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