Well, I've officially avoided writing for the past few weeks, with the exception of an article or two. Life just got in the way.
Not that I'm particularly sad about paying attention to life.
It's the constant struggle between being in the now or being in the writing. I find that writing keeps calling at the oddest times and I feel writer's guilt when I do not pay attention to that pesty muse?
Does everyone feel the constant pull?
I do know one thing though, I will not look back at the end of the journey and be sad that I paid attention to life :)
