Waking Up

For the last two or three months, I feel like I’ve been aimlessly drifting. Writing has fallen by the wayside. Exploring has fallen by the wayside. When I’m not working, I’m in the apartment, getting nothing of note done. Simple, slow patterns of doing and thinking nothing. It’s the listless boring existence that quietly extinguishes creative sparks and nullifies all drive to do something, anything, that taxes my brain.

I just come home, have a beer and go to sleep. Wake up, go to work, come h...