The days when I write at work sometimes feel like a cop-out. I had high hopes for my after-work time, but after the bus and a longer than usual walk home, conversations with real-live people... suddenly the day is gone. It is really hard for me to do any writing when there are distractions like Facebook or Boingboing or Twitter. I pretend I can do two things at once, but I can't.
Today it is true, I wrote: two posts, but they were just ads.
I am lucky to be able to write even ads for a living. Yet, I still feel sick, my car's still broke, and I am absolutely beat. This experiment is starting to feel dumb. Maybe I'm just starting to feel dumb.