As defeated as I feel, my imagination is starting to return.
I credit having a job, and a place to live, and food for the new stability I'm feeling. Honestly, I am a little peeved that should even be a stressor in this day and age, but here we are. Anyway, the creativity is starting again, and I'm feeling that familiar hum that will turn into a tremor if I don't get writing soon. With the not-writing though ideas are starting flow comes that familiar irritability I feel when I'm not writing.
I get seriously cranky. I don't know why it happens, just that I get cranky. Really friggin' cranky.
It's time, is what I'm saying. It's time to be writing again. Only I can't, because my work schedule is so long, and I don't have a laptop at present and I have a tonne of other projects that need doing. I'm getting antsy.
All of this is to say, of course, that I'm impatiently waiting for my iPad, and daydreaming while doing it. I've missed daydreaming. It felt like a part of me was missing. I really like being able to again. Except that it makes me itch all over 'cause I'm not writing.
Still, it's a good sign that I'm slowly returning to me. The job has helped. Returning to gaming has helped. Hell, I might be able to start reading again, and that would be a treat!
Right, I have a show to watch and makes notes on... for reasons.