- Aperture: f/5.6
- Focal Length: 105mm
- ISO: 400
- Shutter: 1/250 sec
- Camera: NIKON D80
Still not in much of a mood to write. My days are centered around the pup’s needs right now. Walks, play, leash training, alpha exercises. It keeps me busy. Too busy to think really.
I’m craving structure and routine. Lately I’ve been staying up late, waking up late, running on little sleep and too much junk food. I’m in an odd drifting pattern that’s not good for me. It makes me feel depressed when, in all likelihood, I’m just a bit bored myself. I could use some fun, but I’m not sure what would interest me.
I think about writing, but I’m not really in the mood. Read for a little while but put my book down. I feel the desire to write, but lack the initiative. The novel needs my attention. So many things need my attention. But all I feel is an overall ennui that always seems so endless. It does end, of course. But in the meantime, I crave my normal day, book-ended by coffee and a shower and more coffee and writing.
Not feeling like writing always worries me because I don’t understand why it comes and goes. How can I spend a day writing for 10 hours straight, wild-happy, and feel the next day like if I even open Scrivener and look at my file I’ll stick a fork in the toaster?
Music: In Pieces by Linkin Park (lyrics)