Lull

 It's been at least 4-5 months since my last paid writing gig. 

While I wouldn't say it's like the most important thing to me right now to engage frequently in freelance work, it does feel rather odd to not have it in the picture for quite a few months now. Well, the MCO period was another one of such dry spells, but I suppose with things currently in a more or less normal state, it feels all the more unsettling than it did during the extraordinary times that was the pandemic. 

Although... to be honest, I think it's rather tough to be working on anything with a deadline right now with the way my daily schedule is managing my 2 boys. 

In the absence of work, there are actually plenty of other things to be done, honestly. For instance... 

1. Organise the home, throw out the unnecessary clutter

2. Put that chapbook in order and actually try to self publish it 

3. Organise my writing portfolio

4. Do all the craft projects I've been stalling

5. Plan and execute more arts/crafts/playtime activities for my boys 

So why oh why am I NOT working on the above? Hmm. Lack of motivation maybe? Or perhaps a slight tinge of melancholy/depression? Who knows. 

I guess it's a good time to ask myself, why do I do the things I do. And what do they actually mean to me... 

If you take writing out of my life's equation, does that make me less of who I am? I do wonder. 

Sorry for the rambling. Be back later with more useful conversation topics.