The writing comes slow these days.
It’s not for lack trying. But this has nothing to do with writer’s block. I don’t really believe in writer’s block—I believe writers block themselves from working in an orderly fashion by wasting their valuable time fretting over whether or not their good enough.
What this does have to do with is coming home exhausted and unable to sit up at the computer. It has to do with working and just not being in the house. While some of it has to do with me having a somewhat more active social life, even that’s been overtaken with tiredness. The times when I do sleep it seems to never be enough. I get my rest in four or six hour bursts that are insufficient, but they are all I can muster.
Some of the ideas I have and the things I want to work on keep me awake. If only I had the time to write them down.