Same Time Tomorrow?

It usually happens to me a few moments before I sleep last night. You know, that time of the day when you're just contemplating your split ends, analyzing the weather, thinking about the one that got away, wondering if your parents will ever be able to be happy again, making up your mind about lunch tomorrow... that's when it happens to me. I think about writing and how I've spent another day without it. But as anyone who's ever known me would tell you, I'm good at convincing people of ideas that may not be their own originally and sometimes I see no harm in using the same tactics on myself. Why the hell not, right?

So I tell myself it's okay.

"No one reads your blog anymore. You scribbled some notes in your diary the other day. That surely counts, doesn't it? You do have a writing job, how are you possibly going to churn out any more words? Your thoughts aren't that important anymore. Maybe you only could write when you were in love with someone - and no, being in love with yourself doesn't count. You don't have a man to document; yup, no muse... that's the problem."

It usually happens to me a few moments before I sleep last night. You know, that time of the day when you're just contemplating your split ends, analyzing the weather...