Exhaustion

Work has left me drained.

Drained of inspiration. Drained of passion. Drained of the things that usually sustain me.

Minus the time spent on Twitter, I haven’t been inspired lately to create. It’s not a matter of time, it’s a matter of drive. The passion isn’t there. I can still feel it, smouldering under the ashes. It cries to be given air, to be flare again.

I miss writing fiction. I miss writing for pure pleasure.

That world seems so drab now. It misses several elements, more importantly the element of letting it run as it likes.

Sigh. Back to work.

Original entry as appearing at Broken Shield and Sword.

Rape, Human Rights, and Religion.

When reading news like this, I really have to wonder:

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Original entry as appearing at Broken Shield and Sword.

Attempting to make sense of politics

And I am told of this:

As long as you don’t try to make sense out of what’s happening now, you should be able to move through your day with ease. But as soon as you attempt to explain the synchronicities or unravel the mysteries, you will be asking for trouble. It’s not that there are no answers; it’s just that this kind of detective work is currently a distraction from what you need to be doing. Engage directly in the magic without over-analyzing it.

Did someone hook my horoscope with my office?

Original entry as appearing at Broken Shield and Sword.

[Copywriter's Chronicles] From the Horses’ mouth

Only when Chris utters a COMPLETELY innocent phrase can the whole office serong:

Chris: Don’t disturb me, I’m playing.

Original entry as appearing at Broken Shield and Sword.