Reading over my blog posts, it makes me seem very ... I don't know ... productive, at least when it comes to writing.
Which is nonsense. I'm a lazy son of a bitch.
Here's the thing. I'm a terrible loner. By myself almost all the time. When I read other people's Facebook entries, I realize that I'm a fucking hermit. A Naif. A Rube.
Which is fantastic if you want to be a writer. Nothing gets in the way. (Nobody gets in the way?)
Thing is -- I'd still be a loner even if I wasn't writing, so at least this way, something gets done...
Meanwhile I'm feeling guilty because I haven't written in two weeks. I wanted time to recharge my batteries before I start Tuskers III. But it feels like it is taking forever. Which is ridiculous, of course. Two weeks isn't long at all.
I've been preoccupied with dieting and exercise and a family visit and I have to work 3 extra days at the store next week. But right after that, I've got to start writing again.
Apparently, it's an addiction.
12 hours ago