The last two days we covered rationalizations.
But as I was slaving [slaving, I tell you] over those two posts, I noticed the living room needed a little straightening.
That’s when the ‘I’m writing.’ rationalization kicked in. A close call. I almost pulled myself out of the chair and did something productive.
It was then I realized this tennis match between reasons for writing and not writing speaks to this: Our neuroses, weirdnesses, and just plain humanness can fuel daily inspiration, development of characters and plot, and blog content for decades to come.
And trust me, our humanness never stops.
Well, okay, until that whole persistent breathing habit stops.
At that point, progress does tend to drop off a bit.
And please, don’t get me started on cryogenics.
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