The only thing that’s been on my mind these past few days is when I’ll be able to start writing on my book again. Who knows? Maybe if I quit thinking about it so much, I’ll be able to add more of a story to it. It makes me feel as if having to have my space in our room was for nothing now. If I’m not using our room for my personal space to work on the book I’m writing. Then what’s the problem with going back to my old routine of spending it in the living room with my husband? Hell, that’s probably my answer right there. I need to go back to chilling in the living room with my ol’ man to get my ‘spark’ back.
Now that I’m thinking back on the times I was doing just that I remember I didn’t have any blocks with writing it. It had been coming to me, so naturally, I doubted that changing my scenery would make that big a difference. But maybe it did? There’s only one way to find out for sure, and that’s placing myself back among familiar surroundings when I experienced no problems while writing my book.
Damn. It’s already that time for me to put my shoes on and head out to work. Ugh. I hope it’s not a stressful day today and that everyone is in a decent mood. Fingers crossed.