I haven’t written anything since February 14, which ironically is Valentine’s Day. I say that because writing is a love and passion of mine. It genuinely bothers me that I’ve been so lazy and have made excuse after excuse as to why.
I’ve been busy.
It can wait.
I need motivation.
All of those lines are of procrastination. And now into month two of no writing, well the streak to my own chagrin is finally over, it’s no longer about me putting off work. Now it’s even more desperate than that. My not writing is becoming a habit.