The summer is wearing down and I am feeling the effects. It's been almost three months since we moved to Daybreak and the euphoria of moving is melting away as it always does. I end up being the same person I've always been: anxious, lazy and morose. My novel seems silly. I will continue writing it, because I'm more afraid of being undisciplined than I am of being silly. I keep thinking there must be something else to write, but I have a feeling it is darker than I want to face. All that is left is silliness.
3 months ago