Nutin and Nada

I haven't written anything lately, at all, since the last time I said I did - only a couple of days, but... I am ashamed of myself, but things just got away again. They keep doing that. It's like I just don't have enough time in the day. But then, no one else does either. So, nothing new to report. In fact, I wrote myself into a corner. I wrote, and then I didn't like how it was going and got stumped. I don't know how to finish the scene, which sounds like I'll need to delete a shitload and start over. Not very motivating, that. However, I have found time to squeeze more reading in. I love reading, and haven't been doing enough since I started this semester of school, so I've been working at squeezing that in. Maybe now I need to physically and mentally work at squeezing writing in. I think I just don't have the same care for writing as reading. It seems like I am getting no where, and it takes forever to write a scene that takes a few minutes to read. Here is the comparison: read a book in a few hours and go on this wild adventure with romance and hot, sweaty smut... or try and type for three hours a scene that is a few pages long and doesn't seem to excite my readers very much... Which one would you choose? And if you are a martyr/saint, don't answer. I expect everyone to be selfish and say, duh, the book. If it was only so. I'll have to work harder at it, I suppose. I think I now of a good time to squeeze it in, so, maybe Thursday I can get it in. Tomorrow is out. I got to classes, in between classes I go to an interview, and then I go to work. Busy day tomorrow, and I'm not really looking forward to it. I hate when I don't have two seconds to just sit and breath. I think tomorrow is definitely going to be one of those days. Ah well. Anyways, I'm done with my spiel today.

Tchao!
BoxingKing