Now, I am become mush, the avoider of work

I’ve lost track of how many days I have worked in a row. It was beneficial at first; it helped me finish my story. Now, however, it has left my brain scrambled and scattered, without consistent form, longing for something different.

I could really use a break.

Since I have finished a first draft of one story, I wanted to start on another story in the same universe. Unfortunately my brain doesn’t want to cooperate. I have everything necessary to accomplish my goal of writing, but my mind doesn’t want to stay with my body. My mind wants to grab a stranger off of the street, sit down with them over a cup of coffee, and simply interact with another person for a change.

Actually, for that matter, my body doesn’t really want to be here either, but it has no choice.

While my mind might not get the relief of interaction with living, breathing human beings that it would like, it also doesn’t have to put in torturous hours working in a universe that it wants to take a break from. In light of that, I think I am going to put aside the story I am currently working on and create something in the pure fun category.

That’s right: I am sending my mind on a flight of fancy. I hope it has fun. And maybe, after it takes a little vacation, it will return to me ready to be more productive.


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I am a writer of words, a thinker of thoughts, a changer of genders, and a queerer of life. I am an antagonist of the ordinary; and while I do tolerate it, I also look at it with contempt.

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