We all have days where we find ourselves sitting on the couch staring into space while internal conversations run amok.
For me, they go something like this, “What are you doing? You should be writing. The laptop is less than two feet away. Go pick it up!”
I promise the voices I will write in five minutes, right after I check Twitter, Facebook, my e-mail, look through the photos I took over the past month, take a quick nap, make dinner and then what the… it’s time for bed. I hate those days! Why does it sometimes take effort to do the one thing I love to do?
Is it laziness, tiredness, fogginess, stupidity or writer’s block? I think it may be a combination of all of them. But, there is always a little voice off in the distance trying so hard to be heard. It’s a small voice that…
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