Not Writing & Hating It

For those that don't know, I've been moving the last couple weeks. From apartment to house, it's been quite the move and I still have to move my stuff from storage into the house.

Much to be said, this has kept me extremely busy, and unable to do the Fangs & Fonts podcast as well as to do any form of writing.

While I was okay not writing back when it was a writer's block, this time it's completely different.

I hate it.

I have no issues stating it flat out.
I hate not writing.
It sticks in my craw, and feels like poison in my mind. I have a story due at the end of this week, and even though I have a legit reason for not writing (getting settled is a lot more work than one expects) it still feels like I am slacking on some level.

So much so that even the light hearted pokes from my writing group feel like full blown attacks. They aren't, but the brain does funny things with projection and all that stuff.

Now, though not fully unpacked, I am at a place where my office is semi-put together, and I have a smidge of time to do some actual writing, and I can't wait.

I always have wondered about the writer's need to write. That we have to, and will always find a way. This is probably my first true experience of that feeling, and the side effects of not being able to due to something other than writer's block.

It sucks, and I hope I can write here soon...