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I can't seem to figure out why I've not been in the writing mood lately. It's not for lack of things going on in my life, that's for damn sure. I've just been so very unmotivated lately, and what with the summer heat and long work hours (haha! Three sentences in and I'm already complaining -- welcome back, BintBuNaz!), I've just been finding it especially difficult to get into Writer's Mode.

What very little free time I have now officially begins at around 1am. That's when the house is quiet, everyone's asleep and my brain is allowed to function for itself. The rest of the day I'm running around doing this for that person and that for this person -- endless and endless hours at work. After work, which is late to begin with, I go see a few friends to ensure I don't lose my social life completely, and then it's home for a little parent/daughter time.

By 1am (and I say this lightly -- I'm pretty sure I picked up my love for latenight from my dad, who sometimes doesn't make it to bed himself till much later), I'm physically and mentally exhausted. But it's my time, and I value it more than you can imagine. I read, I watch TV, I catch up phone calls, I play with the dogs... but I don't write. I can't write. I've been staring at a monitor all day and the last thing I want to do is sit in front of the computer again.

I tried going old-school, busting out with my journal and my favorite pen, but that kind of writing is officially no more, as far as I'm concerned. My brain thinks too fast for my writing hand -- I need the keys of a keyboard to keep up with the thoughts in my brain. This pen-to-paper business just isn't working out anymore.

I'm at work at the moment... it's a little slow, and I thought, "Hey! Blog!"

And so I did. And I'm glad. And I hope it lasts.

N.
"How soon 'not now' becomes 'never.'"