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I've had a lot of motivation to write lately, but no time to do it, which leaves me feeling very frustrated and aimless, in a way.
It kind of reminds me of Virginia Woolf's "angel in the house" essay, because it seems like I just have so many other things that *have* to get done, writing falls down to a very low priority. But since the other things don't get done, either, I'm left wondering ....... what exactly do I do all day?
I suspect I'm just subsisting.
(Review of Sweeney Todd later, if anybody was expecting and/or wanting to see that. It just so happens that Sweeney left me extremely motivated to write, but since it's late now and I have Temple in the morning, I can't write. I have to go to bed. Darn sleep.)
It kind of reminds me of Virginia Woolf's "angel in the house" essay, because it seems like I just have so many other things that *have* to get done, writing falls down to a very low priority. But since the other things don't get done, either, I'm left wondering ....... what exactly do I do all day?
I suspect I'm just subsisting.
(Review of Sweeney Todd later, if anybody was expecting and/or wanting to see that. It just so happens that Sweeney left me extremely motivated to write, but since it's late now and I have Temple in the morning, I can't write. I have to go to bed. Darn sleep.)