OK, so I’ve stopped writing… no I don’t mean here, I mean the other bits I used to do, the longer bits, the bits I used to think about before bashing away at the keyboard (hell I even edit them before posting).
So, when I awoke at 3 a.m. last night, I wondered why?
Well strictly speaking, I wondered why the bedroom door was open and closing itself, clunking gently everytime, but that was only until I realised that the bathroom window hadn’t been on the latch and had blown open. I digress.
I used to write about topics I felt strongly about, and personal experiences and other ‘stuff’. I don’t do it very often these days, so I’m guessing I don’t need to… I think.
You see, my first ‘personal’ website, created in August 1998, was solely about my ‘writings’. I used this space as a form of therapy, jotting down a lot of stuff that I should really have talked to someone about (I have since don’t worry), and it seems I no longer need that release. Well most of the time anyway.
See, I’ve started writing like that again. Just over the last few days, and nothing has stretched out to more than a few paragraphs before I peter out having lost my train of thought. All I can deduce from that is that my attention span is dropping, and I’m finding it harder to grab onto those flittering thoughts in my head.
Oh dear, this all sounds familiar.
And no, I’m not trying to be melodramatic, and I’m pretty sure it’s just the effect of this cast (and my lack of being out and about) that is to blame. But, well, I can’t be doing with that anymore, and I feel very much like telling myself to ‘get a grip’ and giving myself a good shake. Yeah, cos that works.