Having first procrastinated about whether to write a new entry given how long it’s been since my last one, I decided to go for it.
I now find myself procrastinating about what to write.
I suppose I should start by explaining where I’ve been. But then, I’ve not really been anywhere special. Well, dealing with the usual life drama and on holiday sure but nowhere that’s truly incapacitated my ability to write.
I think my subconscious had something to do with it. Keeping me away I mean.
Yet again, I fail to commit to a routine or a project that will enable me to write. It’s like real life is like this big prison that I can’t break free from. My creativity is on the outside but I’m stuck well and truly on the inside.
So, yeah. Guess I’m in prison.