Excuses, Excuses

I know that "no excuses" is one of my life mantras, but I have to be honest, I have not been able to motivate myself to write to save my life. I've bribed myself, bartered, berated, but nothing seems to be working. It's like I have a white noise-fog in my mind; a block where normally I should be able to work around it. I know that I've been thinking of other stories, and it could be that I've just lost interest, but that's not it. Whatever the reason, I just know that I'm not working on it. Almost how I feel now with my body and exercising. I know what I have to do to get the body that I want. At this point, I don't really care. Maybe it's this weird apathy thing that's been plaguing the area recently. I noticed that in some of my customers. Or maybe I just need a vacation and rest from conflict. I get so much of conflict at work, that I don't want to go through the effort of fixing my imaginary character's issues and conflict. Maybe that story isn't the story I should be focusing on, but one I had to get out of my head to be able to write my real story. I don't know. What this all boils down to is a big pile of excuses and pity-partying. I'm not quite at the suck it up and move on phase, but knowing me, I'll get sick of myself in not too long, and be able to bust out a consistent few pages a day again.