Sighs. I've fallen off the wagon. No, not the literal wagon, though I'm sure if you give me a few weeks I will probably tumble from something similar to a wagon. I'm renowned for my clumsiness. I could probably make an entire blog with posts solely about my clumsy acts. I know that would amuse a great many of my family and friends. In fact, I can almost hear the heads nodding and the cheers of encouragement; but, sadly, I'm going to refrain. I'd like to have some dignity left.
Okay, got off topic. Also a common trait of mine.
Actually, I was talking about my writing. I was doing so well with meeting my quota and everything was going splendidly, but last week and now this week it's been one thing after another preventing me from getting to work. I know everyone says to write whenever you have the time... but I am just not feeling like it. I also know that everyone says to take a break if you're feeling that way... but I can't seem to let myself take that break. I wanted to have this rough copy done before school, but that's not going to happen now. And it sucks. I really don't know how much time I'm going to get to write creatively during school, so it worries me that my only writing time will be weekends and holidays.
It's a depressing thought.
But back to why I haven't been writing... Last week I had a ton of headaches from the seemingly constant weather changes. After that I think I came down with the mild case of the stomach flu. And this week? This week I've been so moody I snap at the littlest of things - and Midol isn't helping. Not exactly conducive to writing a steamy, romantic story.
Not at all.
Ergo, nothing is getting done. And it's stressing me out. Big time. I move into residence September 6th. I'd give you the number of days, but I'd rather not know. It's not that I don't like living in residence. I do. I mean, I miss my parents BIG time, but I'm one of those nerdy people that goes home every weekend anyway, so I generally manage to survive from Sunday until Thursday. Generally.
It's just... I'm tired of school. I've been in the educational system now for about 16 years. Day care, Kindergarten then grades 1-12 and then 2 years of college. Woohoo!
I know it's only two more years until I'm done, and I know it'll be worth it in the end. But I'm just tired. I don't think a 19 year old is supposed to be this tired. But alas, I am.
So that's where I am right now. Not quite sure what to do about life or writing. And yes, I am aware that my depressed state about school is likely -probably- a huge factor in my lack of writing. Which just sucks.
Any suggestions about what to do or how to deal with it all?