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Feb. 11th, 2007 08:19 pmI'm pondering the truth of this.
For me, it makes sense. My other obligations certainly prevent me from writing. "Oh," I think, "I can't waste time on this, I have to do other things..."
Which, now that I think about it, is really irritating. I want to write terribly, but somehow it seems I don't get around to it as often as I'd like. Which... really sucks. I feel like I'm denying a part of myself, one of the truest parts of myself because I have schoolwork, or newspaper work, or my friends want to hang out, or I can't get 15 minutes alone to even focus on anything.
Hmm.
For me, it makes sense. My other obligations certainly prevent me from writing. "Oh," I think, "I can't waste time on this, I have to do other things..."
Which, now that I think about it, is really irritating. I want to write terribly, but somehow it seems I don't get around to it as often as I'd like. Which... really sucks. I feel like I'm denying a part of myself, one of the truest parts of myself because I have schoolwork, or newspaper work, or my friends want to hang out, or I can't get 15 minutes alone to even focus on anything.
Hmm.
