Arghhh...

God, I miss writing somethin' awful. I miss all the vast, colorful, and wonderful worlds that I can take comfort and pleasure in and then, in turn, share those worlds with all of you.

I miss it terribly.

Mommy says that, when I conceivably can, I deserve to start setting aside at least one or two hours a week for myself to write. And I must be disciplined about it-one or two hours means just one or two hours.

But, like...my writing process? A lot of it is a freakin' ritual, y'know? I gotta set my tea kettle to heat up or, more rarely, I gotta set my coffee pot going. I gotta take a shower. I gotta pet my cat. I gotta waste time playing an online game and scrolling through my Tumblr dash.

And usually, by the time I actually sit down to put black-and-white ink on the Word document, about 30 to 45 minutes have already passed. It's a ritual.

Still, I...I think I can work faster, work harder to get that creative outlet flowing for myself. Whatch'ya'll think?



--Amarie


P.S In clinical? I learned that I cannot do bed pans for shit (no pun intended, tho I only dealt with urine). Water goes...where it wants to go. -sighs-