A ramble

There is nothing that makes me want to write quite as much as not having the time or the energy to write. I’m really not sure how that works, and I know it makes no sense.

If this ever actually led to any word-generation, I’d be more okay with it. All it leads to in reality is frustration. And a lot of talking to myself in the car. I don’t even care when the people next to me at lights see me doing it. I don’t even hope they think I’m on a headset. I’m cool with my insanity.