This week (or two) has been an anti-writing week.
I just haven’t felt like writing. Sometimes I have ideas, but I can’t bring myself (or find the time) to sit down and actually write.
I can’t say I’ve had a particularly bad week. Or even a crazy busy week.
My days are full. I am on Palliative Medicine, so I am in my happy place. I’ve been keeping up with the gym and we spent the weekend at home visiting family.
All good things. All tiring things.
My big physics exam is coming up. I need to prep a manuscript for the university research day. I need to prep a manuscript for publication. I am presenting at a conference next week.
I guess things are kind of adding up. And possibly, some of the feeling overwhelmed from that is keeping me from writing (or working on those things, for that matter). Hopefully, it passes soon. I kind of want my groove back.
On a brighter and unrelated note, the cat grass is growing… A lot. And the cat doesn’t eat it. He just sniffs it and bats it. Basically, we have a pot of freakishly tall lawn. I think I might trade it in for coriander at some point soon…