Must ... be ... writing ...

(picture a zombie-like silhouette, stomping across a eerie office building landscape, arm stretched out in front, froth around the mouth ... "must be writing ... must be writing ...")

To your general information, I do not - or at least rarely - look like that. But I do sometimes feel that way. The urge to write is there, more or less constantly. The well-considered topics are there and the spur-of-the-moment things keep appearing in my brain (those, by the way, seem to be the ones appearing here).

I have even written about it.

What I don't have is time. I probably should be honest and say that what I don't have is priorities distinct enough to free up the time. Family time, household chores, walking the dog, watching the Danish women's handball matches at the Olympics, taking off for scouting weekends, even doing w**k - which of all these go above writing on the list? And which can be safely pushed below?

After all, in Maslowian terms, this writing thingy is probably at a level from where the top of the pyramid is within sight, so to speak. Following the theory, at least the shopping and cooking and paying of the bills comes first. Problem is, so does getting my beauty sleep. If only I could take an hour or two when quiet has settled in the evening, lots of words could be strung together. And actually that happens (as witnessed by the referenced entry above) - but it's at the risk of my typing at work the next day being done with the forehead against the keyboard.

Like in eyu7h76hvbgfffffffb. Which looks kinda silly when you present the PowerPoint overhead with that particular typing on it...

*sigh*

I'll make an open-ended vow: I will arrange for time slots to get some good writing done. By some date. And it'll feel good!

[Listening to: Runrig - Abhainn An T-sluaigh (5:20)]