My thinking brain, my open heart...

[gypsiewriter]

Again, I’m afraid my brain has turned to mush. Today is a day off ‘work’ for me, and I was initially excited about having a day stretched before me to fill with words that I’ve missed writing, because for once on one of these days off, there are no phone calls to make, no folk to chase up, no one asking anything of me, and that just when not at

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[psychowomble]

I understand what you mean about completion. I used to find that deadlines helped, but eventually they merely encouraged the release of work upon which I could improve.

I work, a normal day, in a company that does not require emotional input, and write, secretly, like a perversion. while others are searching for porn or actually working, I find that if I have something to say it will always appear regrdless of relationships, environment, or work.

Reading the work of another is only ever at the expense of your time, not your own work. I read thousands of words and write but a few hundred of mine. it is not the volume that makes the writer. If I write a couple of sentences that are truely mine, that are gatekeepers to my soul, then I know I am a writer.

[sidheblessed]

I can definitely definitely relate to this.