So many hindrances to writing lately.
There's this neverending list of outstanding chores. And the immediate family needs, whatever those may be at any particular point in time.
Meanwhile, paid editorial work should always take precedence, should it not? Hence, all passion projects and personal ambitions will need to be sidelined whenever a new income stream emerges. I should be thankful, yes?
Then, there is this issue with my specs that cropped up lately. The coating has been peeling and it's starting to get in the way of my line of vision. I mean, like, literally. The light bounces off the affected areas on my specs and then it bothers my eyes as though there's a constant glare in my eyes.
And my son keeps making ad-hoc requests to use the laptop. To do online searches and to read random stuff online. To play games. To video call his friend.
Not to mention that I am oh-so-tired over this Chinese New Year season. Everything ang ang, including the current phase of my period cycle.
EXCUSES... I thought I heard you mutter under your breath.
Well, try being me for awhile and see if you can feel my frustration/disappointment. Perhaps I wasn't made to be an author all along and it's just I have a hard time accepting my fate.
Or maybe it just means I have to try harder to push against this tide.
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