After a 2 week holiday, I was back at work for 3 days
THEN
I had a weekend and 3 days off, this being the last day of my 5 day weekend.
THEN
I will go back to work for 2 days and then have 2 days off.
You would think I would have had time for my brain to create something at least half interesting to write about.
Am I in a rut? I don't know.
I'm not overworked at the minute. I don't have anything sucking my creativity away - in a good way.
I guess if you declare yourself a writer then sometimes the pressure to write must be unbearable.
I predominantly work in the publishing industry now and I suppose, by standards, I wouldn't consider myself on the writing end of the scale.
Being in promotion is creative. Being promotion for books is fantastic as it does combine two of my strongest joys.
Does this mean then that the blog has no purpose anymore? Was I blogging because I had no outlet? And now I have an outlet on a daily basis and don't need it anymore?
Since we moved into our new pad in April, I have not written once in my diary. I had gotten into a great habit of an every day entry.
Perhaps I need to get back to this and then I will get back to blogging.
I love reading other people's blogs about their daily lives, going on about dinners or events or eating chocolate or doing laundry.
Why do I think I don't have the potential to comment just as interestingly as they do?
Have I pigeoned holed myself in to this blog actually being about travelling and adventure? Perhaps I realise that I'm not acutally doing much of either right now.
Perhaps. Perhaps.
THEN
I had a weekend and 3 days off, this being the last day of my 5 day weekend.
THEN
I will go back to work for 2 days and then have 2 days off.
You would think I would have had time for my brain to create something at least half interesting to write about.
Am I in a rut? I don't know.
I'm not overworked at the minute. I don't have anything sucking my creativity away - in a good way.
I guess if you declare yourself a writer then sometimes the pressure to write must be unbearable.
I predominantly work in the publishing industry now and I suppose, by standards, I wouldn't consider myself on the writing end of the scale.
Being in promotion is creative. Being promotion for books is fantastic as it does combine two of my strongest joys.
Does this mean then that the blog has no purpose anymore? Was I blogging because I had no outlet? And now I have an outlet on a daily basis and don't need it anymore?
Since we moved into our new pad in April, I have not written once in my diary. I had gotten into a great habit of an every day entry.
Perhaps I need to get back to this and then I will get back to blogging.
I love reading other people's blogs about their daily lives, going on about dinners or events or eating chocolate or doing laundry.
Why do I think I don't have the potential to comment just as interestingly as they do?
Have I pigeoned holed myself in to this blog actually being about travelling and adventure? Perhaps I realise that I'm not acutally doing much of either right now.
Perhaps. Perhaps.
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