See where this takes me
I never seem to scratch beyond the initial ideas of what I come up with in my five minute free writes, and lately it feels like a chore. Part of it is because I’m back at home, and back in a sort of holding pattern that I don’t necessarily like being in but feels nonetheless too comfortable to leave, at least for the time being. I feel like part of me needs to have more experience (or at least more varied experience) before I can really write, because otherwise my mind goes stale. I find myself repeating the same old lines and concepts, but not really finding a groove or an exploration. Maybe it’s a sign that I’m writing with an audience in mind again, not trusting my inner voice (or some other vague new agey terminology).
The days seem to blur together now. Before I know it, the year will be over.