I’ve been seriously slacking with my writing since I started working at the office I’m currently working at. I started a year ago, and it’s been busy and left me drained day after day. I haven’t yet figured out how to cope with that drained feeling. I don’t feel like I’ve been able to get any work done, but I’ve made some small efforts in the past few months. I’ve taken trips here and there, but nothing significant, in various attempts to take my mind away from work. I try my best to be creative with my life, even if writing isn’t the only creative avenue I pursue. I’ve fallen in and out of love, and I don’t know if that has helped or hurt my creativity. New York can be a lonely place, but I’ve got good friends that keep me going and I love seeing them when I get the chance. My family is great and filled with vitality. That also keeps me fresh and gives me a love of life.
I hope to get back to writing soon. I’ve only written in my journal, occasionally, to help myself get back into the swing of things. I wasn’t reading for the longest time, and hoped I would find something great in reading a friend’s manuscript. I did, thankfully, due to the fact that he’s a good writer. But, before reading my friend’s manuscript, I was reading a number of bad books. They were uninteresting, or if they were interesting, it didn’t last. I put down about three books before reading my friend’s manuscript, only to read subsequent books and be bored with them rather quickly. I hope I get myself out of this rut.