Slacking off

I've been a slacker.

It's okay to agree. I have been and I know it. It's just, what kind of attention do you expect me to give these random blogs when I don't have a job and am running on fumes when it comes to my savings? Yes, being unemployed is annoying me almost as much as this dang sticky 'g' key on my laptop.

So instead of doing what I should be doing and writing about my process I have sulked and moaned the past week. Writing for me is therapy, it is the outlet for my aggression. And hey, I do some of my best work in the face of adversity. (What is it, great work comes from great sorrow?)

I guess I'm just frustrated because I found myself on a great role while being in New York for Christmas. The ideas wouldn't stop rolling. I should know by now that writers go through spells of low motivation and low creativity. I just don't like genuinely wanting to be creative and finding myself distracted by the obstacles in life right now.

Okay, enough pity talk.

Simple response is, "Okay, I need a job, and then there will be no more reason to be distracted." Which is true. If only finding that job were easy. You's think a college grad could find something.

Okay, I'm done. If you made it this far bravo. If not, I can't blame you. Hell, I barely made it myself.