I’m beginning to wonder if one can suffer from depression just due to lack of writing.
The good news is that most of the apartment is almost done. There is officially color on the walls and we are making some serious strides in getting our stuff together. I have managed to capture the entire essence of happiness in my Lime-Pop Green/ Nevada Sky Blue color scheme. My Colorado colored floors are the next project and I cannot wait to start them. Because after that’s done… my things come home!!!
Tonight I will be finishing the paint job in the bathroom and kitchen. Possibly listening to something totally in the Spice Girls genre or Our Last Night.
I have officially downloaded Dropbox and from now on vow to keep all in progress works in it, so that this “situation” may never happen again. I am all about improving my life when I can …or after meltdowns.
I am seriously having some creative withdraw people. Like how do people not do what they love? I’m so sad that I can’t write for 8 hours or work till midnight on a story or put together covers. I’m just so lost without my stuff.
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