Such a large intimidating mass of content to produce, without a space to think and explore life, on a time schedule that I don't own in a physical space where there's little space for me is hard hard hard, and it's all coming to roost now. Forcing myself to write for one hour a day is annoying now, this wasn't supposed to be like this.
Which is all the more reason get my shit together as quickly as I can. I'm 'six days' of posts away from getting caught up, plus there's the regular laziness that hinders me from being on top of my game on a weekly basis.
My fiction writing has suffered the most because I can always concoct some mumbo jumbo personal drama bullshit and vomit out a thousand words or two, but when I need to be imaginative the work starts suffering. And fiction writing is where I want to be at because nobody wants to know about what I had for lunch and dinner everyday.
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