sparkleman

That’s the beginning and the end. I’m empty of projects right now, goals seem to do more harm than good. I’m retreating to simple, healing practice, and perhaps something will grow from that.

I got back into a routine, but picked up another cold and had to scale back. The most frustrating thing is I’m not stretching myself particularly, in every session I feel I could do more, but I still get these physical setbacks.

But, back into the habit and onwards!

... if I want to be a writer anymore. I’ve lost the pleasure of it. Perhaps it’s moving house and feeling unsettled and having so many practical things flooding my brain – or am I making excuses?

I’ve lost my geeky pleasure in words, sentences and paragraphs. What now?