Hope things get better soon, my friend.
I am in a fight with myself… I want to sit and write, I want to write in the book I’m currently in progress with. But there is a whole dark cloud above me . I’m not blocked or stuck, the story is in my mind rolling around, its more about, I feel guilty for writing.
My life changed drastically in a very short period of time, there is a big piece of me that feels I need to get a job as in a “Real” job, and yes, I suppose I do at some point. I can’t help feeling writing right now is a privilege and should only be done when my life has some order to it . I suppose this is how most of us grew up, its taught, you work hard pay your bills then you are rewarded to do something you love. I do know…
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