writing about not writing
I've noticed something about my writing habits.
I tend to find much more to write about when I have much less happening in my life.
In periods where I'm fully settled into routine, say around the end of my last semester, I find I have mental space to analyse every little thing around me more. I care about documenting the little things like my coffee intake, or reflecting on my past experiences and feelings in life.
I've recently gone through mass amounts of change and general upheaval in my life, and am endlessly exhilarated with a hint of stress in my day to day life. Instead of work being my main event with little hobbies and such being side lines of the day, I find myself clamouring to find time to do work in between spending time with people. I was by no means antisocial, but I haven't had my priorities this thrown off in a while.
Because of this upheaval, I've been almost in a daze. I can't really form coherent thoughts enough to fold my laundry undistracted, let alone write about anything.
I write the most right on the cusp of change, I believe. In my journals, you can tell when big changes happen just by looking at the frequency of the entry dates. I had maybe 2 entries a day running for a while before I tipped over the edge into this new era of my life, but right now, almost radio silence. The few things I have written have been mostly incoherent like this post. Just a thing I've noticed.