It’s been a week since I wrote anything. Well, today I wrote two sentences. Today I have no interest in writing. Other things kept me from writing since last Weds. Last night I was sure I’d write today. I don’t know what happened. While eating breakfast I could feel the desire dissipating. By the time I sat down here my interest was gone, but I pushed myself and came up with two sentences. Feeling the way I did I decided not to force myself. Writing under my new regime I didn’t have to.
Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not talking about waiting for inspiration. If you waited for that very few books would get written. I certainly wouldn’t have written more than one, if that.
When I finish this I’ll answer email and then I’m going to read because that’s what I feel like doing. Only a few years ago I would’ve pushed myself to go on and certainly couldn’t have stopped to read. And guilt would’ve ruined my day.
Not now. It feels like a senior citizen discount. I could watch a movie if I felt like it. But I’d rather read. Who knows, maybe I won’t want to write for the rest of the week? So be it.