…and I guess that coincides with my having writer’s block and feeling extremely guilty about having not produced anything new in months.
I mean, I’ve been preoccupied, yes, but for how long will that be a valid excuse? And is it really? I feel like (artistically) I’m sort of fading, taking myself out of the game even though I still really, really want it.
I don’t understand why I’ve never, ever been able to achieve that perfect balance – writing, family, life. I go through periods where one gets more attention than the other.
Damn. I don’t even know what I’m talking about right now.
I’m so psycho.